It's September.
I am glad I decided to grow madder here. Even though it is takng a while to establish plants. Because I love the red, that old red. I look around at all the cloth I live with. All that red. Can't help but wonder how it was dyed.
And why.
Meanwhile, it is unseasonably hot. I am patiently waiting for the Walnuts to fall. And thinking about trend as a form of imbalance. A most dangerous business model. Small business is more human. The business of living.
In this year I became old, I reconsider season. How one thing moves into another. How to appreciate that without the desire to control it.
