My home, our castle

I roll myself into the soft blanket that the drizzle invites. The rape shines yellow and extends out of the haze and just rays. Irresistible. This is here, here we create. This is where we talk, hug, draw, write, comfort, love. This is where we dress the reunion women. This is where everything starts. On our old safe bushy founded Reuniongård from 1843. My home. Our castle. Our creative place. Yours and my playground. And now, now the rapeseed is growing around us like a protective energizing moat.

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We have woken up to a new day. Let's make this Monday to the best of our life ♥️ M.