You may have noticed that I haven’t posted a lot lately. One reason for that is, as I mentioned, my recent obsession with dramas. Another reason is far more difficult for me to write about, since I lack all the vocabulary. Which is odd, really. My English is very good by now, but in some areas, I just don’t know how to express myself. Two of them being cooking/baking and gardening.
So while I spent a lot of time outside, I thought about what kind of flowers I would pick as a child, how vicious some weeds are, when which herbs were to be planted, which flowers to pick and so on and so forth. Oddly enough, I found out I already know most of the words – I might even feel confident in using them in fiction or a poem – I just had no idea what the thing behind the word is supposed to look like. I knew that lady’s smock is a wildflower with small blossoms of a pale violet, but I didn’t know that I used to pick them and arrange them with buttercups (which I am not supposed to call that, since this particular flower is only called that in the southern parts of Germany, according to wiki). I knew parsley was a common kitchen herb, but I didn’t know it referred to Petersilie
. In a way, I think my knowledge of these words was as theoretical as the knowledge a blind person has of some visual terms.( So this post means I’m working on my vocabulary, mostly. )
My next project is going to be the old herb garden, which is … well, there is no ivy and an immense redcurrant bush (my fault, too) instead of holly, which means it should be easier, right?