This citric acid will be key to the volanic eruption.
In his hand circles a bottle of citric acid mixed with red food dye. It's my favorite part, if only because it brings back childhood memories of dinner. Soon, the Professor is doing what he does best- pontificating about chemical processes and molecular physics. The captive audience awaits an explosion. I try not to mention what strikes me at first glance- hey, that's a really little volcano. "Oooooh," admires the Eldest in his best faux-Romanian accent. The fastidious metallurgist within seeks extra cardboard just in case this volcano gets wild. The plaster is dry- and the volcano simulation is ready to go.
#DREAM AQUARIUM 1.27 TORRENTS WINDOWS#
I only notice the cobwebs on the windows in retrospect- when I see a photo, for example. I recognize the hands and how little they have changed- still big enough to move mountains and gentle enough to soothe nightmares. There are old black and white photographs from Romania- photos from my baby days- where I lay naked in the crook of his arm after a bath. He explains that plaster won't get sticky until you add water and then mold the wet plaster into a shape.
#DREAM AQUARIUM 1.27 TORRENTS HOW TO#
How to silence the buzz of schedules and demands in the face of slower fruitings.īunicu uses plaster to prepare the volcano as Prophet watches. Nature study teaches us how to tend plants and understand ecosystems, but also how to wait for a fruit to ripen. We wait and watch, our desire for immediate gratification up-ended by the simple marvel of ten blackberries fruiting in the yard.
It made sense to expect more marvels from our little blackberry shrub given the marvels that we'd already witnessed in the span of five weeks. It made sense to expect the waiting wasn't finished. The blackberries were not finished changing. I told her we needed to watch a little longer- to observe and make notes. "But mommy, those aren't blackberries," Gnome asserted confidently. Before long, the white petals fell into the grass leaving behind stiff, light brown tendrils. We spent one morning sketching the leaves and blossoms. Prophet couldn't believe the lazy blackberry was finally "doing something". In the first blush of May, ten delicate white flowers blossomed. I'm not sure how he knew to do it, only that one morning I wandered outside to find the string scaffolding gently supporting our bush. The Eldest used twine to situate her along the fence. Her fringed leaves emerged a vivid green. This year, the kids were delighted when the blackberry shrub came to life in April. "Why should we water something that isn't making berries?" Last year, when we planted the shrub, the kids were disappointed: Our first blackberries are popping up near the fence.
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