Yesterday was a beautiful day.
Seems different here. OR. Since we moved, I feel different. Is it the place? Or just the course of events. After all, the world seems to have turned upside down just shortly after moving in. I can almost mark my calendar with it. Add to it all that has generally happened. The things that life brings. Funny how we find reasons for things. When there aren't really any, except change. Funny how we notice some changes and not others. Depends on how small our world is I guess, and then in relative terms, how big we might seem in it. How we filter the big through our own sense of self.
I have been distracted by so many things. This is a very late first cut from the small amount of indigo I am growing this year. The leaves were tired, and I was reminded that the color often fades when leaves get old. These plants reseeded in the planter box on the deck. There is more down in the garden, planted late but doing well in the heat.
For fresh leaf, I have begun to lean toward the salt method. Because I am very driven to over-tint a lot of cloth here. A fresh coat of turquoise over previously dyed or even commercial cloth. It is easy and fulfilling to alter the color in such a way, kneading the juice from fresh leaves into the old cloth. The one on the left I just used to mop up the leftover juice in the bowl, just a hint of blue.