This grandfather clock means the world to me. If you open the pendulum door and peek inside, you will find a piece of paper with typewritten words. Signed by my grandpa. The clock was a gift to him from his wife in 1961.
Every tick-tock reminds me of them.
Kantarellpizza: chanterelle, gruyère, and truffle mayo pizza. Mmm. 😋 What kind of pizza are you eating tonight? 🍕
Would you like links to the previous and next posts on your Micro.blog? I put up a short tutorial on the Help center yesterday. Check it out!
My view outside our kitchen window right before bedtime yesterday. Installing pipes for district heating looks like hard work! The folks down there worked through the night and were still at it when I drank my first cup of coffee in the morning.
Sanna read a couple of pages from The Labyrinth to me during breakfast this morning. Is it possible to start the day off in a cozier way? I don’t think so. 😊 Reading aloud to each other is underrated.