Small bites

Before anything else, Thank You to Colin, who did all the stuff I can't anymore - set up the tent and table, hauled the hose and turned on the water. Got stuff down from the high places of storage.

The first Table mopper of the year is a fine linen bedsheet from Cuddledown. Instead of letting it hang down on all four sides of the table, I've folded it rather randomly to collect and record any spill, drips or draining. I also splashed a little magic sauce on it. No washing, I'm just going to fold it up and stow it with the rest of the equipment. Let it accumulate a whole season of color.

This happened by accident. 

I wasn't going to use all the skeins at once but they slithered out of the bag together and plopped into the sauce. 

Ready, boss. Proceed.

Oh well.

I need a pair of wooden tongs to slow me down. My gloves wee failing fast. Lesson: Kosher salt is harder on gloves than table salt.

I was regretting Pagoda & Valentine from the start. 

Even under the shade of the tent, it was hot. Lunch and hydration.

The Goddess of Light demanded a sacrifice. My favorite cotton blouse caught a splash so I took it off and refreshed its colors. That's how I discovered the madness of the wrong red. But it's okay. Amendments happen.

The setting sun rolled over the days results and I just sat back and savored it. I'll start the washout tomorrow to proceed in slow small increments. It requires standing at a sink for a good bit, that half bent posture wears on me quickly. I will also be mindful that the little dose of Dragon fruit that I gave Pagoda has a bit of Demon Fuschia in it. I will be disposing of that color asap. Tired of it's wandering.