Slowly moving..
It feels like garden torture if you'd like. Ok, so I'm kind of slowly moving. But last week I had some surgery and after surgery comes recovery.
The wait is over..
Imagine how it would be to actually be on the waiting list for something that indeed is life threatening! How do people cope with that?
My little garden pond..
I really like the idea of giving nature back to nature so to speak.
Men vs. women..
The man is at risk of falling over 3.5m down to stone floor below if woman opens door at him and by doing so pushes man out of balance
Garden bootcamp..
Based on a quick look of the local map our garden seem to one of the most versatile in our hood. How cool is that.
Felt like cheating..
Who has the time for that? And why should one do that after moving to one of the most quiet places in the country?
No you didn't..
Someone I did not hear from for over four months and before that like two times during the pandemic decided to text me.
Work for free..
The only thing I gained was this awful pain in my face topped up with a pounding headache.
Goodbye social media..
Another perk is the fact that like in a split second any eventual stupid people in ones friends zone are like gone, forever!
Welcome to the Block..
This is where that the Block feeling came over me. All that was missing was a camera crew and a forman yelling why the heck I didn't had a helmet on.
Quick death at the McFly..
We do want our back garden to be full of life so even though we encountered this particular casualty this morning.
The muffled sound of snow..
We just went for a quick hike but how lovely it was to listen to the squeaky sound of snow under our shoes and be out in nature!