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.“
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.“