Built on mountains, Hong Kong is a city with few open, sprawling, forever expanses of flat greenness.
Public parks here are just different than in the States. Just different. This also means that hobby gardening is sporadic. So, when you find someone willing to dig their own dirt and haul it from the boarders of China up to the fifth floor roof-top garden of their studio’s building. You go see it.
Hello HK Farm.
It’s cute. It’s small. It’s organic. And it also hosts the Chinese bees associated with HK Honey. Remember the candle making workshop we enjoyed some months back? This visit to HK Farm included a blue print, or Cyanotype, art/bag making workshop, hosted by Martin Cheung of Shanghai Street Studios. (Love these guys.)
Using a non-toxic mix of special mumbo-jumbo crystals and the sun — we had fun among the bees.
Even the taxi drivers call them “the chopsticks.” Two residential high-rises, side-by-side, sticking straight up from the mountainside. Like two chopsticks in a bowl of rice (which you should only do at funerals). Ours is the one on the left.
We move for the final time on Monday. We’ve been living in convenience-served-on-a-platter-ville for the past three months. Hong Kong Parkview. As you approach, it consumes the space between green mountains. It’s kinda weird. And thousands of people call it home. And hundreds more call it temporary-home.
Our new little rice bowl in Hong Kong is closer to the city without being in the heart of it. The girls are excited that it’s two stories. Who woulda thought a flight of stairs would make them so happy.
My inner interior designer is having a tough time focusing as we try to fill in furniture gaps. Not exactly a blank canvas, the apartment comes equipped with a certain style. Tasteful, but ‘expression’ will take some thoughtful work.
Here are some shots of a similar apartment.
Parkview image via Wikipedia.
We’re surrounded by 12 brown shipping boxes that arrived today. And frankly, I think we could do without them and their contents.
Okay, except for the iMac. I cannot live by iPad alone. Okay, and the girls’ bags o’stuff they packed themselves (I don’t even know what’s in those bags). Three-ish weeks into HK, and living with very little, makes me sad to see the extra box of shoes (man, did I really just say that).
Ugh. Double ugh.
Do you remember my possibly over zealous proactive-ness with packing cake and brownie mixes? Well, after losing three kilos to date from just walking this city, I’m not so happy to see them. Make no mistake, I’m sure I will enjoy them. (And K, you’ll be glad to know that the can of grits traveled well.)
On the bright side, the girls can’t wait to cut into all those boxes. Not that we have room to keep them around…
From sprawling American digs, to snug, efficient city living.
This move has been a great exercise in necessity. And on more than one occasion, I’ve been quite embarrassed by the amount of sh*t we have. What do we really, really – I mean really – need and maintain the same lifestyle? I’ll let you know what I find out in a few months.
So when I found these White Charcoal items at one of my fav online shops, Merchant No. 4, it made me think about my water filter pitcher. It helps in the Michigan house because we’re on well water (yes we have running water and indoor toilets). White charcoal is one of the main ‘ingredients’ in water purifier thing-a-ma-jigs.
Less unnecessary plastic? Sculptural sticks in one of my many glass pitchers (see ‘amount of sh*t’ comment above)? Sounds pretty good to me in my current simplifing-life state of mind.
images via: Merchant No. 4