golden moth, surprise present and more dye-results

 a surprise package in the mail from my friend N. in Eire; a very long time ago we visited Ireland for the first time and danced on Yeats' grave, respectfully.


 He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

'Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.'

more elderberry/copper dye cloths