It is a glass peel

Monday flowed here between the rapeseed fields. I think I am more affected by the powerful yellow than I understand. Monday also flowed without words. The words had settled to rest. The letters had sorted up in order and were not the old ordinary pile of the A and the I's and jumping rolling r. Everything was lying and resting as if they were getting on something. Or gathered force. I didn't need anything yesterday. I had everything. All. The job pulled through the day as a still powerful river. Meetings, orders, calls, campaign planning, deliveries. No exclamation marks but most only ♥️♥️🌸🌸🌸 and 🐕🐕🐕.

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We got my hand -picked favorites that I tenderly stroked and the web team effectively turned into pictures. The clothes are at Reuniongården when we open tomorrow.
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They are also available at Reuniongården's own webshop with unique things that are sold right here. For those who are unable to visit us.
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Have a look when you have time, at www.thereunionwaybym.se and on our instagram @thereunionwaybym

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Today, the morning meetings are replacing each other. Then I pack orders directly from the farm and then, best of all: it's my sketch day. The pens and large block that are looking at me should be used for new great deeds. The dogs should be shampooed and we probably make a small excursion ... Tuesday afternoon and the evening every week can almost be considered shamelessly vacant (if I don't have the sound on the phone ..) Because I am acting operation this week when Abbe is free I have to rest with One eye open.
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I will also find some kind soul that can help me bake the new ice cream box that is so beautiful light blue and nice on the entrance. It is a glass peel on Mother's Day on Sunday…🌸🤪
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See you all the time♥️ M.