Guus Bosman

It's very definitely spring now and we hang Nora's martenitsa in a tree this morning. For the first time on a tree in our own yard.

Then we went for a long walk with Nora. As I am writing this, Nora is having lunch in her high chair and talking to herself. All of a sudden I hear: "Geschrokken. Hond!" -- she is remembering that she got scared by a dog halfway the walk.