Over here we don’t actually celebrate St. Paddy’s, but I wanted to put some green into tonight’s doodle nevertheless. It will be the last full day I have to write and finish this annoying master’s thesis. Send me luck and blessings!
Remember last year’s post about my attempts to turn our kitchen into a greenhouse? I think it’s time for an update:
When you come close to me, don’t expect me to smell of the lily and the rose, the sweet sugary fragrances of multi-layered artificial compositions. This isn’t me. When you see me you should recognize how my scent couldn’t have been born in a test tube, a laboratory, how it can’t be bottled in diamond-faceted flacons and tied up with a pale pink ribbon.
I want my scent to remind you of sitting next to a camp fire under a starry sky, smoke curling up to the milky way, and maybe a full moon rising up over a vast, mysterious landscape.
I want my embrace to carry you to mossy woods, deep and green with warm sun on rain-drenched logs, a smell of comfort, of safety and freedom.
I want to make you feel at home in fields of cornflowers growing on heavy, dusty soil, with a whiff of herbs and spices carried over by the breeze; maybe from the Provence, maybe from a place far away full of cedar wood and pines.
I want you to take a walk by my side, inhaling the faint aroma of old leather, of hay on meadows in late summer, and of trees turning into crisp red and golden flames on the hills with the onset of Indian summer, all being threatened to be swept away by the veil of mist rising up.
I want you to stand next to me and inhale the powerful perfume of thunderstorms making rain fall in big, lazy drops on sun-hot pavement, bringing dreams of old days and new adventures, mixing ashes and the ocean in one single breath.
I want you to think of evening sun turning the world golden, making you forget the time, the place, the season, and when you look up I want to make you wonder what huge white clouds taste like.
This is me. You can’t bottle me, and neither will you ever be able to capture all of me at the same time.
The last few days I spent too much of my free time looking at Fisheye Placebo art in Yuumei’s deviantART gallery and her Tumblr. (You can read the whole comic/graphic novel on tapastic http://tapastic.com/series/fisheye for free! Go check it out!)
Well, the combination of the cherry trees blooming our city and seeing this picture too often …
- Fisheye Placebo: Background Concept Art 2, Artist: Yuumei (Wenqing Yan), Original on deviantART: http://fav.me/d5sxdof
… resulted in our kitchen turning greenhouse:
There are some cherry branches in water, because I read that they might grow roots, but you have to take off the blossoms so they don’t use all their energy on these. In the tiny pot there are some lemon seeds, and today’s addition is the juice-to-go plastic cup. I put soil, moss, a stone, a random tiny plant from our roof inside, together with some ivy from the big jar on the cupboard, to create a small “ecosphere”.
The ivy and the other green plant have been on the kitchen cupboard before, but “other green plant” has a new offshoot, which is now dangling into a jar of water to grow roots, too. Not included in these pictures are the flower box and the flower pot, which are sitting on the window sill as well. In these I planted cucumbers, carrots, garden radish, and kohlrabi some days ago – and they are already sprouting like crazy! And I put a piece of broccoli stem halfway into the soil as well, maybe it will also grow new roots?