the new view from our kitchen:
i can't wait for next summer, when the pile of mud will be covered in flowers and there will be enough gravel and the sun will be shining day and night and there will be baby birds in the birch tree and i can sit and read and enjoy the view and the smell of roses and just relax and be happy all day long :)
i think my brain might be trying to prevent itself from boiling with too much thinking. since three or four days it's been playing the chorus from "believe it or not" on repeat.