The Juice

 The Eclectic Electrics

The stone ponies

(These are still damp so, a little wet thread porn here)

The cloth this time

 

It's going to be awhile before I can get all the cloth processed. One piece at a time, hand-rinsed, washed, rinsed, and depending on the run-off, maybe repeat the entire process.

There's a lot of textures and embroidery across a variety of types of cloth. Most of it came to me ironed to perfection. Sorry, it's not going out that way.

...and there's another medium - sized batch of cloth still steeping in the magic sauce and there was plenty of dye left in the shakers. We are expecting storms midday, so that's going to be my first order of business after coffee . 

We voted yesterday. I'm in the Georgia 13th House District and our candidate won! I was quite freaked out to find that only 23 votes were cast ahead of me at 1pm. But folks showed up.

The plan is, once the scrap basket is full, I'm going to pack and weigh a scrap bag and then take a video of an unpacking so people can see just what they are getting for their money. 

My companions

 The elders...Salem and Bailey 

And the young guns. Bong and Sophie. 

From go to done ~ gratitude.

 

From running the list and making ready. 

Thank you, Colin, for the heavy lifting and water management. 

For the music that keeps me moving forward when the sweat drips into my eyes. 

Thanks for the dappled shade from the mimosa seedling that has become a tree in the past few years. Alas, your days are numbered.

Thanks to the donors who saw potential in old and unused linens, sheets, napkins, and garments.

Thanks to the patrons who have supported this madness with loyalty all these years.

and thanks to Serendipity for turning out some very fine first fruits. 

These are the kinds of results that keep me going.

August slip sliding away

 

 

Bringing black back into play was a shock. A little of that shit goes a long way. There may be some real mudhens in this batch.

Summer has turned her face and looked over her shoulder at us coyly. "I'm almost done with you, peasants." 

Mid-nineties during the day and mid-sixties at night, and after a few days of neglect, the pool has taken on that green tinge that won't be turned back.  It's my fault for buying one last tub of chlorine tabs. 

 

The hours

The western light at Jake's is fey. There is no capturing what appears to the naked eye. It's much warmer and more resonant than this; the greenery skulks. As you watch, the colors change, and a cow out there in the pasture moans and groans.  

Jake's two cats read the invisible messages from my furred posse at great length.  The same thing happens in reverse when I get home. Mine are all over and in the bag smelling what cat life is like in a strange place days away.

At home I have a catnip plant growing out on the high deck. I brought a fistful of stalks and leaves for Nibbler and Milo. Much hilarity ensued. The silliness followed by delicious naps.

 

Charlie is enjoying seventh grade. He seems to take it all in stride.