As a child I thought there was no such thing as a blue flower. Now my garden is full of spring blues in purple hues. Sometimes vivid childhood longings are triggered by a smell, a sound or a taste. Like peppermint tea reminding me of a burst blow-up toy in the children’s hospital ward. Or my apple blossom “perfume” factory which was perhaps my first entrepreneurial stint. Today, as I inspected the state of this year’s herbal endeavours, I caught a memory of the first time I harvested curly parsley with my Mum. She never dissuaded me when I planted coffee grounds to grow her a coffee tree. Who cares whether she believed my curiosity would find a way, or whether she didn’t know better herself, I have that collection of scrapbook moments to harvest when the light is right.
May 11, 2010
Something to munch on
Posted by coffee-offline under coffee | Tags: coffee, herb garden, memories |[2] Comments
May 12, 2010 at 2:49 pm
Beautiful picture!
I enjoyed your reflections. I love your curiosity, as a child, to grow a coffee tree with coffee grounds. And I love how we are all given moments that flower into wonderful memories.
Thank you, Kathrin, for sharing this.
May 13, 2010 at 7:32 pm
Recalling (and sharing) those special moments is a wonderful stress undresser.
Ahhh, the innocence of childhood, when all things seemed possible…coffee grounds should yield a coffee tree…
and logical…as my 3 year old neighbour proudly exclaimed, “Look, I’m brooming!”