30 Days of Weeds – Day 11
This one had slim pod-like things sticking out of the stem. Also pretty white flowers with deep purple hearts.
This one had slim pod-like things sticking out of the stem. Also pretty white flowers with deep purple hearts.
Tall grass.
A kind of grass.
This a succulent creeper growing on the mangosteen tree out back. It’s called pokok duit duit (duit = money) in Malay, because the leaves are like little coins. Cute plant. Hell to draw but it turned out to be one of my favorites.
I’m about to head off to the family home for Chinese New Year. So the next few weeds I’ve planted for you will be spit out by the benevolent internet machine. I love you and I’ll be back here behind the wheel in a week or so. P.S. – A good read about failure and success… Read more
This continues directly from yesterday’s post (Day 5). To be able to choose your way at all is a huge fucking privilege. It’s a strange and heavy freedom, the freedom to change. Stupid as it sounds, I bore it like a burden the whole of that first year. I remember it as The Season of Doubt.… Read more
Change. I can’t talk about change without talking about moving to Port Dickson. If you were to chart the path of my life, it’d probably be a very meandering trail. Something like what an ant would make, or maybe one of those cicaks with their long bodies and sticky little feet clinging to all kinds… Read more
“A Man of Words and Not Deeds” A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow It’s like a garden full of snow And when the snow begins to fall It’s like a bird upon the wall And when the bird away… Read more