The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris Wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
~ Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
With the hot August sun glaring down almost every day, and with an abundance of colorful blossoms in every field and garden, it's a good time to take advantage of a bit of solar heating to experiment with eco-print bundling.* On these small samples of muslin, I was delighted to have actually captured a bit of color from blue saliva from the garden. It just might be, if these bundles had been left undisturbed for a much longer time allowing the heat of a succession of blistering hot summer days to work its magic, the blue might have been darker...perhaps as deep as indigo! (Dream on, dream on...)
*The Bundle Book ~India Flint
And, just in case it turns out that there is an eco-dyed cloth suitable for a new dress, someone will need to model it. The little cloth gal, who is made from muslin aged in a black walnut wash, is hoping for the job. And, I am hoping I can remember the dos and don'ts in sculpting a doll. I am looking closely at the last one I did...remembering as I go.
Meanwhile, the seventeen weaning heifers have made the transition from Mom-ma's babies to Big Girls without much ado, except for getting out of their new pasture once, and helping themselves to some choice nibbles around the yard. Having been together since their birth, they are a close knit bunch and can always be found together, whether grazing, drinking from the stream, or bedded down to rest. I am thinking they might go through hell or high water to stay together...even on our front door step!
And, as in any season, the perfect ending to any day...Nell at my feet.