One of those mornings where you feel everything works out: The kids play nicely together, the baby sleeps in his basket, the man has his day off and is free to work on the farm, the woman can do some baking, drink some tea, light the fire, admire the sight of four lambs playing wildly together in the field, read a little. And then of course, after a while the inevitable happens, harmony is broken, the baby wakes up, the girls start quarreling, and it's time to go outside. And outside we stay, for most of the day, only except for a coffee with friends in shelter for the wind, and lunch/ dinner breaks for the baby. My face feels warm, the wind has made my cheeks rosy, and I feel sleepy from all that fresh air.
May, so far you've been a bit rough, but still, you're very welcome.