This plant has been happily growing in a wild bunch under a tree in our front yard. On the day I was drawing it, Zedeck’s mom came for a visit. She said: that’s not a weed! I planted it years ago! She called it pokok Lidah Ular (snake tongue plant). When boiled into a tea,… Read more
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
