Category Archives: Me talking
In 2005, the same year I got ill with an unknown viral infection from which I failed to recover, a council of The Ministry of Health in The Netherlands claimed biomedical research into myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME) was needed. The Minister … Continue reading →
Do you also think Valentine’s Day is an overrated festivity? Oooobviously, the first thing on people’s mind – since they don’t stand a chance ignoring this phenomenon – Valentine being everywhere right when the cheerfulness of the New Year starts … Continue reading →
A quick online search showed that the caterpillar Buddy might be a ghost moth. Apparently, it can take up to two years before such a moth changes into a chrysalis. Nope, no typo, no brain fog, no kidding… it could … Continue reading →
The relief when the first butterfly was born was tremendous. Don’t get me wrong: there was joy and lots of it, but relief as well… that those previous few weeks I wasn’t growing maggots as a friend had suggested.
Winter hasn’t even begun yet, but at the moment I am trying very hard to recover from my third flu this year. Yes, since 2018 has started I had the flu three times already! That is more than my partner … Continue reading →
Saturday morning. I am emailing a friend, telling her that we already raised two butterflies and there are five caterpillars and eleven chrysalises left. For over ten years I used to babysit her children. But despite caterpillars looking small and … Continue reading →
I am not sure it is being housebound or my brain fog, but when the days all look the same I often cannot remember what day it is or when something happened. And then there are incidents that I cannot … Continue reading →
It has been slightly more than two months since natural dyeing in general and solar dyeing in particular piqued my interest, but already I am turning into a maniac.
My partner has been complaining about the freezer being filled to the brim with petals of the rhododendron (collected by me after he pruned it), columbines, and from the pansies not only the petals – the stems and leaves as … Continue reading →
Last month I was ill for exactly thirteen years. Involuntarily, I spent most of that time indoors and I developed some rather unusual habits.