Mechthild is the wife of Hartmut, who is an incorrigible optimist that loves his wife very much, even though she is constantly gloomy.
When he offers her spicy ginger tea, she complains about the heat.
When Hartmut kisses Mechthild, she doesn’t smile and only asks him if he enjoyed it.
The lemongrass is too straw-like, the lemons are too yellow, Mechthild complains.
Hartmut has planted mint in the herb garden, many varieties, because Mechthild tends to have stomach aches. She cried because she feared the cats would roll around in it.
When Mechthild crumbles bay leaves into the soup, she wonders whether the soup would taste good even without them.
For Christmas, Mechthild painted cookies for Hartmut and said he should imagine how they might taste if she were to bake some. Mechthild doesn’t bake because the oven gets too hot.
When Hartmut gave Mechthild the beautiful Melancolia for her birthday, she was offended and found it telling.
One morning, Hartmut asked Mechthild how he had been the night before. She was surprised and said, “Did you stay out long?”
Hartmut has moved out and found himself a cheerful nature. He took the perfume with him and left her a bottle of “Poison” instead.
I didn't find the scent melancholic at all; rather, I thought it was beautiful, even if it's a bit heavy. I had to laugh out loud at the painted cookies, but my sympathy for Mechthild is pretty limited ;-)
Mechthild won't wear Poison either, not with her attitude...
a light story with deep meaning :)