We’re taking it slow. Eating waffles and ice cream. Someone is lucky to paint on canvas while I paint the window frames in the atelier. When I get peace and quite it’s my turn – to paint on canvas. And when I don’t paint inside I paint outside. From very worn white to black. My husband build tall fences for us, and I love it. The flowers bloom, and suddenly they’re finished. Have to keep my eyes on them as long as they last.