Now, that’s my kind of breakfast

Usually my breakfast consist of cold oatmeal porridge eaten in a rush while the little one tries to steal the spoon out of my hand. Nothing wrong with that — I do love my porridge (and the little one <3) — but when the morning allows for fresh flowers and warm sourdough bread, it’s like birthday, Christmas, rainbows and unicorn for a breakfast person like myself.

And how amazing are these flowers? They are organically grown from Blomsterhage (The Flower Garden) at Abildsø in Oslo, Norway, and I found mine at Kollekted by. Usually I’m not drawn to tulips, but each of these looks like tiny paintings on a stem. It’s like eating breakfast with Munch.


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