Today I am grateful for

the first breakfast at our new home,

a rainshower outside

enabling me to observe this young blackbird (there was a nest with three little blackbirds in our clematis, one of them – unfortunately – died)

setting its first steps in the world,

my studio and my recorder,

having a home of my own, so that I can express and play with my love for interior decoration,

vegetables from the market to make soup with


the sun, popping up on the way to my dad, to spoil him because of his 60th birthday.