I finished listening to Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer today. It's as beautiful as an audio book as when reading it page by page.
Thinking about that...oral traditions and written.
As I listened I went back and forth between shelling beans, cleaning the kitchen and making ink.
This is the best crop of beans I've been able to grow. I think because I was more careful to keep the soil moist as the seeds germinated.
I will eat some of them and save some to plant.
I grow beans because it is a connection to one of my grandfathers. Today I thought of watching him shell beans, of him sharing his collection of bean seeds with me and the stories that went with them.
Also I grow beans because they are beautiful.
Two of the inks that I made today, one with onion skins and the other with coffee grounds.
The coffee sample on the right was made with coffee grounds still in the liquid. I brushed them away once it was almost dry to have a better idea of the color. The coffee sample on the left was diluted a bit. The coffee was roasted by Mom, another connection.
The onions came from my CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) box. I love these onions enough that I might need to grow some just be sure I have them. I love this ink because I know who grew the onions; I know where the onions were grown and that they are local.
The other ink I made was with indigo. The indigo was purchased from a business I feel good supporting. Not quite local, but not too far away either.
Thinking about how a family tree of pigments could be created and about stories.
About how stories and relationships lead to care...