Childhood was the smell of coffee with grandma. Afternoons spent on the balcony or in the botanical garden. She liked to read the coffee grounds for her friends, while I was eating apples and playing with my wind-up Donald Duck.
The lights and shadows from another age, from another childhood. Precious like matcha green tea powder, sweet like rooibos, healing like blueberries and turmeric. And the illustrated fieldwork continues.