Madder
Indigo!!!!!!
I had started both of these inside, care FULL y following instructions. Peat pots. They sat in the window. And grew. And the rain didn't stop when expected. So they grew inside longer. Their stems became spindly and leaned and leaned toward the available sunlight. There were days when it was so dim. But they grew. And then there was that Glorious week when the Rain stopped. It was warm and the sunlight was like honey. I hadn't hardened them off, but their leaning to the light had become precarious so...i put them Out. Where they sat, quietly in the dye garden place. Were just quietly there. and then
Rain again. and Rain. I quit going to look. What would be would be. The nights of the downpours, heavy rain. Hard rain. But today i looked and here they are. Growing. Their stems, particularly the Indigo are sideways but their leaves are leafing. The Madder is taking hold. Madder being a perennial. 3 years at minimum before any harvest for Dye. But they are Good. I thought about how 3 years is a long time. I thought about years being components of someone's last years. Not so much before, but when of a certain age, a year becomes a significant component...like in Cloth. I sat with them and fed them water with a cup. They drank. But their soil was good and moist and alive. The B gardens are well placed and more gentled than the Wall Garden that receives much more intense Sun as the season goes on. The B gardens, a horizontal sweep of SUN. Perfect.
the Grass People are seeding. These Purple grasses...i don't know their names, but their Beauty is elegant and so just the Purples is enough. The Rattlesnake Grass that Emrie likes to eat...all now in their Glory. Double click this for sure.
and I FOUND IT!!!! I'd been so forlorn. It was nowhere but then today, it was Right There. The hand made Spoon which is perfect to dip deep into the walnut or oak gall vats to retrieve a bundle of cloth. I remember when i found it at the shop in Magdalena, New Mex. Loving it's perfect Beauty and that it had been made BY HAND but thinking that i didn't know what use it might have.. ..did i NEED it? And here, those pots deep all winter, so much sludge at the bottom. A hand can do, but the spoon, oh, the spoon.
What a day. There was more. but this is enough. I am so glad to be Alive. Here. As Is.
