Sunday, 9 February 2014
If a snowdrop can come through the frozen earth, I can be persistent too - and write again.
Yesterday I started to clean up our balcony.
"What? You did what?" gasped a friend of mine. "That's way too early!" Maybe.
But the weather was fine. I don't want to insult true Berlin-born inhabitants, but we had a blue-white Bavarian sky smiling down on us. No snow, temperatures about +5°C - and a weatherforecast that predicts it will remain so for some time.
I longed to have my tiny little slice of nature back! Had looked long enough on opaque blister foile which did its job, but wasn't beautiful.
So I lifted the veil.
AH! The scarlet blossoms of the Chinese quince have survived! Bliss! And, and, and...
This winter I did a lot of hard thinking.
- 1. I saw that a lot of people still read my blog, although I haven't written since November.
- 2. I told myself that it is absolutely ridiculous that I feel like an imposter - because my garden is (still) in Hildesheim, but I am in Berlin. So what? Can I still 'publish' some of the texts I wrote there? You bet! All fiction is - fiction. Though my garden-fiction has real roots - to stay in the garden metaphor. Might see those texts as a sort of seed.
- 3. Balcony alone is not enough. But I hate it when people always moan about what they don't have. I have so much: in Berlin and elsewhere I'm showered with botany.
So I decided:
a) I will tell you about the plants on my balcony - hence the snowdrop, which I will deal with in the next post - hopefully to amuse you and enrich your knowledge - though it might well be that you will enrich mine - you are oh so welcome to comment!
b) I will try to add my own photographs
c) and sometimes add quotes and poems of real poets
d) and - when I find them (and am allowed to take a picture) show you how painters and artists saw the flower.
d) and give you tips on beautiful gardens and parks - Germany and Great Britain, or As My Wimsey Takes Me, meaning wherever I choose to go.
I will write (about) every second week.
This way I can further indulge in my love to flowers, plants, and botany - and we can exchange our experiences.
I know that contrary to the common prejudice gardeners like to talk. At least those in blogland.
So let's start!