A Dimasa basket I use for dried bay leaves. The quantity of the leaves has greatly diminished. Sometimes I wonder, do we really relish them so or is it out of seeing our mothers, aunts and myriad cousins use them that we tend to not ignore them when we cook?! Without these leaves, would the dish taste insipid,lack zing? I really don't know. A voice at the back of my cranium tells me that the basket needs to be replenished..... Anyway, I have placed artificial flowers in the basket. These were bought at the Thai pavilion at the annual Trade Fair held held in our city.
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau