Mrs. Fruit

Yellow walls be gone..

We finally got around to paint the walls in our dining room. The four of them went from some weird kind of “piss yellow” too white and graphite, and we just love it.

Big day today..

We have a big day today, cause today’s the day when the staircase to the bedroom in our B&B is getting remade. It’s been way overdue and also delayed our grand opening with months.

Full activity by the bird feeders..

I wish my fish all had some kind fleece pyjamas to keep warm. It looks so cold in the black water of the pond.

The shattered remains of who I used to be..

It's been a long year.. and what’s left of me in late November 2024 is someone with zero confidence what so ever.

Only idiots don't have cats..

There you go, the first little ball from our Christmas tree falling down, landing on the cold stone floor and shatter into pieces. Great traditions never die :)

I don't want to be famous..

I never really aimed for fame and fortune. Or maybe more accurate. I never ever aimed for fame. I just don’t want to be famous. Which from time to time makes this whole writing thing very difficult for me.

Loyalty, not for everybody..

For anybody following the “quick notes” I make side by side with the blog you’d probably know by now that I am working on a candle stick holder.

The weirdness that is my family.

The more things I find out about my parents in general, and my father in particular the more confused I get. In all, everything is just weird.

Just focus the 1h a day..

To just focus 1h per day is the goal I have set to maintain my other completely stand alone writing venture. A venture that is hosted on the very same platform as this site.

I love digging in the garden..

I love digging around in our garden. Some days are more fun the others. Today was one of the fun days. For one I found some amazing outdoor tiles by our log cabin. A bit awkward maybe since we lived here for 2.5 year already. But never before did I notice

Our house, in the middle of the street..

Our house, maybe not so much in the middle of the street but in the outskirts of our village is a querky place. It goes up and it goes down, I believe I counted to some 14 different levels.

It hurts..

Negative stress is like the worst. It triggers things in my body that I never ever talked about in public before. Only my friends know, but I am thinking maybe I should start sharing with others. Like my readers.