Nachbetrachtung

Seit nunmehr einem guten Jahr färbe ich Wolle, Seide und Leinen aus Pflanzen. Wenn ich die Grünfärbungen so vor mir sehe, dann fällt mir eine Zeile aus Bilbos Lied ein: „ … in every wood, in every spring, there is a different green.“

Verschiedene Grüntöne

Bilbos Song
by J. R. R. Tolkien

„I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.“