Inauguration of a Garden

We're halfway through January and I'm dying for spring to come. Still, the thermometer reads -6°C in the mornings and I sigh.  I have such a nice view of the woods and fields from my dorm, but right now the snoozing trees and ice-burnt fields provide little solace. I wish everything were green again!

Since I am no magician, and can't expedite the coming of spring, I have decided to botanize my gray little dorm room. Little mismatching pots and pans from previous owners and rubbish piles could be filled with little green herbs. They'd sit on my south-westward facing windowsill and smile at me as I labor over vile chemical equations. 

I hate man-influenced chemistry. It's so stupid. The chemistry that occurs within organisms and the environment is a different story. There's a difference between understanding (or trying to form a theory towards) how organisms work, and using that understanding in an abusive way. The ethical line in chemistry is so thin, that anything beyond understanding is practically abuse. That is why I will celebrate this evening as I complete my last chemistry course (hopefully forever.) I really enjoy chemistry actually, at least I used to. Its nice to understand that plants and animals are in a wonderful cycle of carbon dioxide/ oxygen exchange. But as soon as men interfere and mess up that cycle by chemical means, or do anything more than admire and acknowledge it, I would like to spit and stomp my feet in protest. Then chemistry becomes an evil knowledge. 

I would like to celebrate my end-of-chemistry with the inauguration of a dorm-garden. It's actually a bit against my beliefs that plants should be in the earth and not in pots, but I simply refuse to buy imported basil or parsley, so starting an herb garden might be better in this case. Just until spring. By then the plants will have had a short, yet pleasant life and will be rumbling around in my tummy....

My Monstrous Rosemary bush back home... I never did anything to it, I just let it growwwwww