So it was me who said, pomegranates don't really grow here. But He, who grew up in a place where they grow like weeds, said let's try. So we saved a few seeds from the ones we purchased in the market. Planted them in pots last summer and brought them inside for the winter. This one is now five feet tall. Thank you to a very sunny window and some loving compost. Since then we have found a Russian Pomegranate that should withstand the winters here outside . So planting a string of those along the road's edge is on the list for this season (a string of trees, I love that) . Growing them . Because we love to eat them. They are good for you. They are beautiful. They are ridiculously expensive to buy here. And as you might recall, you can dye with them, without a mordant...
I have been getting more of a tan on cotton, yellows on silk and wool, but amazingly, a very rich greenish brownish gold on the silk velvet (a bit of mom's wedding dress) that was left soaking in the copper pot over the winter. Like 4 months. Forgotten and rediscovered.
And it is doodle wednesday.
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