You might remember from an older post of mine, A garden in a pot, that I really like flowers and that I have always had a potted plant in my room.
This spring, even before the first sprouts had emerged outside, I started to get very ambitious. Well, to be quite honest, the idea had started to nag me ever since last autumn, when I began to wish for a nice plant to cover the railing of my balcony.
Since then, I have been making plans, gathering seeds and cuttings and having dreams about my very own beautiful garden, right here in our flat.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
The clock is ticking softly, measuring the lazy seconds of the late afternoon. The warm sun rays are coming in obliquely through the window. The air is so motionless, not even the tiny specks of dust are in a rush to go anywhere.
"Tick-tick tick-tick" dominates the silence. Then a low hiss and a thud set the ticking to the background, forgotten. Two shadows emerge from opposite corners of the room, ominous and blurry in their rage.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Oh, where do I begin?
It all started with having to take some days off from work, I suppose. That and wanting to watch the Hobbit quite badly and, just as well, not wanting to clean the house. As a side note, even on my days off, I still have less time for myself than I used to 10 years ago.
Ah, 10 years ago. A time when my artistic endeavours were in bloom and my ambition was huge. Very very huge. My dreams were convoluted and so fantastic, I used to loathe waking up. I still do and my need to dream has been taken for a need to sleep. No, not quite.