- Treasure Hunting. As I’m reading Treasure Island at the moment, the fever has caught me, too. I remember a time when my mother used to hide something small in the woods, like a marble, in the moss by the enchanted well…
- The Old Botanical Garden. Not very far from our darling home it is a green retreat with lawns for combat training, trees for climbing, places for picnics and a scent-and-touch garden. Most of the time the lawns at the riverside are bursting with folks when the weather is good enough so I’ll be spending a certain part of my summer time rather in this early 19th century park.
- Clean Bedding. There’s something special, nearly magical, about freshly changed bedding. To lie down in the cool linen, using your favourite bedding, to cuddle in and then sleep better than at any other time…
- Sing with the Sirens. A song by Ahead to the Sea, a German folk punk band, that reminds me of pirates, Neverland, upcoming storm winds and nautically inspired tattoos.
- Sari Fabrics. The sheer cotton, that luxurious silk, the trimming with metal treads and fragile patterns are quite fascinating. I earnestly think about sewing a dress (western pattern, the Burda magazine brought me a nice one last month) using a sari…
- Justaucorps. I especially like those from Brotherhood of the Wolves. I still need one.
- Rising Early. Well, most people seem to be alienated by this idea, but I rather like it. The knowledge that I’m the only person awake in the flat, that I’m not forced by pressure of time concerning my breakfast, that I’m able to finish a project, write a blog post or continue a painting before I leave for university is kind of uplifting to me.
- Garden Cress. You know, the stuff that grows on the window sill and that is gone as soon as you sit down there ’cause it’s simply too tasty and well, there be vitamins, too… ahem.
- Clearing Out. It’s just a great feeling to get rid of things that are bound to negative memories or that you simply don’t need anymore. Plus, it gives space for new stuff (especially in the closet). And spring is just the time for it.
- Marble Cake. Every time I travel by train I’ve got to check the vending machines for those small packs of over-the-top sweet, laden-with-chemical-preservatives slices that are the best thing against hypoglycemia that I personally know. But finally, the marble cake my grandmother bakes is the best one I know. ^^
