The start of a cabin season

Our cabin, our cottage, is a simple place. Small. No electricity. No indoor water. The outdoor toilet just a bucket.
Our cabin, our cottage, is paradice on earth.
Colours, textiles, china, glasses, books, egg cups, quilts, Easter eggs, magasines, parafin lamps collected though years, through generations.
Dark, cold through the thickest winter months. Now light is returning, the first deep purple primula is blooming in the stone garden. Spring is not far away.
A new season has started. Not winter, neither spring, nor summer, autumn. This is the fifth season. The cabin season.

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