Fall Arriving

Usually we are leaving or arriving, in our small wooden boat, during the fall season. This year has been distant & different. During the fall, even if I am on high seas, I am always thinking about the next summers collection of clothing which always has hand loomed and spun fabric choices. This year as I sit at home, dying with the natural botanical dyes that I planted in the beginning of lock down, I am enjoying this season in place. The bounty of natural dyes that exists here in the Hudson Valley can only be found when one sits in place. For years I arrived back from sailing to find the golden rod gone, walnuts finished and only Poke weed berries left. This year I play in natures bounty wondering if it feels the Covid fear that has smothered the earth or perhaps like me, it smells just another plandemic.

GOLDEN ROD

MARIGOLD

MARIGOLD ON FELTED SPUN WOOL

MARIGOLD ON COTTON