Tale of the Enigmatic Solarium

The largest room in my space is the deepest and darkest, almost buried in the side of the mountain. I wanted to put high windows at the south end of it, looking out at the woods and bringing in sunshine. Alas, this would mean bulldozers and back hoes and a king's ransom. The gloom of the space  seeped into my heart at this disappointment.

Then one day I was wandering around outside, and I came upon the great pile of steel window sashes, stolen by a friend from a broken down old Hudson River mansion and given to me.  Each weighs about a hundred pounds. Clearly, manipulating them into a wonder was beyond me.

My friend Jeff responded at once to my call, drove his giant truck down from Mountainville, and turned the steel sashes into a solarium in the darkest corner of my darkest room. All the creative juices of life flow through this man's veins.

Now all that remains is for me to tart up his architecture. Oh, and add the sun . . . .

Hey, I said it was dark . . .