There is a sneaky kind of chaos that breeds in worry.
The kind of clutter that comes with holding on to too many Yesterdays. And Tomorrows. I was thinking it might become a kind of hoarding.
Yesterday's black walnuts do not worry, they let go and move on.
On the porch this morning, I guess frozen for a good while, gloriously brewing in their own demise. And out there somewhere, continuing. I just pick them up off the ground in the fall and cover them with water. Sometimes just use the remnant of another dye po(e)t. I add a bit of vinegar now and then to discourage mold. Leave them, covered. All winter. I learned about black walnut dyeing in Girl Scouts. Way before the natural dyeing craze. Black Walnuts have a long history. Way older than me.
These smell so good as they break down, and especially when heated for dyeing. There is an unidentifiable spicy odor. Maybe I just love them.
I am trying to clean up the categories for blog posts scattered through this site over the past couple of years, don't worry about it, it will just be a bit more focused, useful,