The things I do …
Every year, around the end of January, I’m beginning to feel that winter should be over soon.
So I start going out, cutting little boughs from bushes and putting them in a vase and in a warm room.
A few weeks later they start to sprout and bloom.
It’s a bit like ‚Barbara branches‘ but without the Christmas and with a bit less symbolism. Whereas I think fertility, life and hope are still there.
Every evening they to these great shadow plays:
I stop cutting branches when I’m feeling nature has cought up with my expectations, which is around nowish …