The laundry.
(And a few sniffles.)
A joy that never ends. I love to hang laundry outside. We never had a dryer growing up. So glad to have laundry line memories. Maybe I love cloth more because of that.
The shirt I call Nine (you might remember from Contemporary Boro). On the line. I've done more stitching on it over the years. I am going to shorten it today. And mend it a bit.
I was considered dyeing it a while back, but I didn't.
I didn't plant these. They sprouted voluntarily in the path between the raised beds after I moved the compost for the fence building. I considered yanking them out, it was so late, but I didn't. And they made it though Ida. In such a short while, full grown, good shit, this compost. Looks like all the rain and a warm enough autumn will allow full ripening. I am delighted with my late garden. Farmer jude is back at it.
Weaver jude is on her way.
