My mother calls this one "the ranch rose." I think it might be a rose called "Chloris," but I like ranch rose better. The parent plant was grown at the home of my great grandparents in Northern California. Roses can be very long lived. I was curious about this and did some research. The oldest living rose is believed to be around 700 years old and is a dog rose. I love knowing that I have one growing in my garden.
Hooray the fermentation indigo vat (that I learned how to do here) is still working:
Testing with cotton and wool (before and after). It is very subtle on the wool, but oh so pretty.
Pots, pans, and tubs that I keep using:
The pot the keeps my fermenting indigo dye bath, next to the old phone book that I use to absorb wet messes. With a lid from another pot.
Other pots I use for dyeing.
The salad spinner I soak and dry wool fleece in.
The wash tub that I am growing indigo in to be used like this or this.
All containers that are finding use after their original jobs.
Thinking about Kevin Kling's story about the cracked pot that talks and says, "Please replace me." And the man replies, "You don't understand. As you spill, you water the wildflowers by the side of the path."
A butterfly (red admiral) and a wildflower (Dame's Rocket):