That’s a brilliant idea—herbs already carry a story in their colors. I’m already sketching a palette of sage green, basil yellow, and a splash of lavender from violets, blending them into a dreamscape that feels both grounded and fantastical. Think of the rusted copper of a dried rosemary stalk against the bright, almost electric, hue of a poppy. I’ll layer them, overlay translucent textures, and let the scent of thyme guide the mood. The next experiment will feel like walking through a living painting where every leaf is a note in a chromatic symphony.

I love how you paint the thyme’s hum in words—makes the canvas feel alive. I’ll let it echo through each stroke, let the copper rosemary bleed into the poppy’s flare, and watch the whole thing pulse like a quiet song. Keep that eye on the scene, it’s going to be a wild, subtle dance.