Proper spring weather here, sunshine and blustery showers. And the world is suddenly, vibrantly, green.
Out walking, coatless and surprised by rain, I sheltered by a wayside hawthorn, caught raindrops on my tongue, tried to catch them with my camera.
I was gathering cow parsley, Anthriscus sylvestris, but only to fill a pitcher for the mantle shelf. For as long as my kitchen serves as my dye house I won't be extracting colour from anything I can't be sure of, and cow parsley's easily confused with hemlock. There are plenty of other edible wild dye plants, I've no need to risk our health.
Cut cow parsley will last longest in a vase if you first sear the stems with boiling water and then plunge them into a bucket full of cold. I left mine in the bucket while I made myself a cuppa and only then did I arrange them in an old enamel jug.
I've challenged myself to pick a posy of wild flowers once every week or so, from May to October (long time readers will remember I've done this before). I'll be following the code of course. And blogging about it, as and when. Maybe you'd care to join me? All weeds welcome, ditto daisy chains.
I promised you knitting, but me and knitting have had a tiff. We're currently in time-out, but you can be sure that won't last long.
Me and dyeing, we're good, and I've a veritable vat of gorse flower dye on the go. But no pictures, as yet. I know ... call myself a blogger! Soon, I promise!
A quick edit, now I've clicked about the date. Happy Mother's Day to the mums in most of the rest of the world! Here in the UK we celebrate Mother's Day in March so I'd overlooked today's importance to so many of you.
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