A mother is busy in the kitchen while two children sleep soundly in their beds. The blue cradle bears visible traces of wear and tear. The living room is filled with plants and trees brought in from the garden, which, together with the colourful hand-woven tablecloth, bring vitality and colour to the tranquil domestic scene. The green plant in the middle of the table is possibly a plant that Astrup described as “my dear Agave” in a letter to Hans E. Kinck in 1920: “I look at its salty greenness, as its stands there dreaming in the light of the lamp, against the black window panes and the stormy night outside. It dreams perhaps of its ‘birthplace’, Spain, and I think of the Agave hedges (the fences) that you speak of, and wonder if they have the same mysterious green colour as my Agave, or whether this one has gotten its colour from longing to get out, like the Foxglove in the forest thicket."