|preparing a new solar dye, with a sweet chestnut leaf, dessicated poplar and thistle leaves, digitalis flowers, buttercup and peppermint leaf, the remains of a doronicum flower, soy mordanted cotton
|love is black and soft these days
|subtle moons as a result of a solar dye
|cloth in top image has gone into this pot-of-promise
|solar dyeing in action
|if you let them the plants will climb indoors
|Small Bear has worked wonders in her roof garden, we are all very proud of her
|what the snail (or some one else) has done here is beyond my comprehension: a tiny bird bone has been thrust through the cinnabar moth, they have become truly united now
|it's a tight fit, but these two have fallen for each other and do not mind sharing small spaces, quite the contrary
|the small birds having BigFun on the stairs, hopping down and flying up
|having followed their infallible compass these small beings appeared on our doorstep: the more the merrier according to the OldBirdKing
|the incredible eating habits of the snail: half of our faithful Shadow dog has vanished!
....and so the dance macabre continues, holding within it a sense of the ludicrous, so I just have to smile with a melancholy heart, a tad sadder, slightly wiser, all in all it has become a bit more bearable after the day full of small miracles....
* and because they are so easily mistaken for a fly, one expects the 'fly' to move as soon as it senses one's presence, but as it doesn't fly up, being a tiny toad it hops at the last possible moment and realizing one's mistake, one has to hop oneself and so find self dancing a strange ziggedy-zaggedy trot on the path and other walkers seeing one from a distance, moving in such an unusual stance must be querying one's sanity, or perhaps they themselves are too absorbed in their own toad avoidance jiggle to notice