Solfarvning -- 2 -- Sun Dyeing

     Nå så plukkede jeg en masse vild kørvel og en hel del regnfanblade, som jeg viklede ind i det sol'farvede' garn. Det blev bare gulere, ikke engang særligt pænt, og med smudsigthvide striber, der hvor snorene var bundet om.
   Dette fed garn vil blive udsat for flere eksperimenter og overfarvningsforsøg i sommerens løb!

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  Well, I picked a lot of Cow parsley and some Tansy leaves and tied the tansy up inside the skein of solar 'dyed' yarn. It turned an uneven, not very attractive yellow all over, with dirty white smudges where the string tied around it was tight enough.
  This skein will be subject of experimentation and more over-dyeing this summer!

Det sol- og overfarvede garn til venstre og garnet fra den vidunderlige gryde til højre. 

Teh solar and overdyed skein left - the Cow parsley skein from the dye pot right.

WfW - Here there be Dragons V

May's Words for Wednesday will be supplied by Lee at Kitchen Connexion. The Words for this week are:

1. Cliché                                            7. Direction
2. Eccentric                                       8. Sacrifice                                                           
3. Paradise                                         9. Dispensable                                                         
4. Derogative                                   10. Consequence                                                     
5. Capitulate                                    11. Outlook
6. Judgment                                     12. Principle

  "This is a paradise," Kai whispered, as the four children and Sandra crept up the outlook to join him. "Just look at this!"
  They all looked in the direction, he pointed, and gave a collective sigh.
  "Against my better judgment, I have to capitulate," Sandra said very softly. "Even though it sounds like an old cliché, this is paradise."
  In the clearing the dragon was soaring, alert, on guard. Its dark belly and shiny wings like a thing of dreams. And they all saw, what he guarded. Another dragon, smaller, douche colours blending with sand, grass and shadows, lay curled around a cluster of eggs in motley colours.
  "You are dispensable, small humans," they heard the dragon say, as he landed in front of them. "Every being, who ever set their eyes on a dragon's nest, are as a consequence turned into a sacrifice for the conservation of our race."
  "You do not trust us, I see," Kai said. "In principle I do not disagree with you. Human beings are a despicable lot, not to use worse, derogatory terms. But you forgot to consider one thing" Kai sighed, and faced the beautiful dragon. "We are wizards and witches. We share your magic. You cannot pass judgement on us as you would on any other being in this world. We have the prerogative of choosing oblivion."
  "Oblivion it shall be," the dragon sighed. "Please walk ahead of me back the way you came." Kai bowed to the female dragon on the nest, and all took his example, curtsying or bowing their very best. Then they walked back through the woods, cross the river, picked up their brooms, and flew back to the peninsula, from where they had set out in the pre dawn hours. They landed on the beach in the mild noon sunshine. The beach was deserted, the waves kissed the sand with small lapping sounds.
 The dragon spoke again: "Face me, puny humans!" They all  turned towards the wonderful sight. Then the dragon took a breath, sucking in air, until Susan was afraid he would burst. The dragon opened his mouth, They saw a red, two pronged tongue, rows upon rows of sharp teeth, like a shark's and deep down, the smouldering embers of the dragon's fire. It roared, an almighty sound, so deep it shook them to their bones and they fell, senseless to the sand.

Poetry Monday - The One with no Poetry

I can't do it! Every time I begin thinking of Friends this flitters through my brain and just spoils anything, I just thought of:

So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA

It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year

but.

I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...

Next Monday the topic is Our Favourite Flower. I know lots of songs about flowers, but I hope none as earwormy as "I'll be there for you".

Solfarvning -- Sun Dyeing

     I flere år har jeg forsøgt mig med solfarvning. Uden stort held. Her er en sammenligning; to bundter garn farvet med vild kørvel, det til venstre fik 30 minutter ved 80 grader i den vidunderlige gryde. Det til højre har stået 14 dage i domen, det kan vist ikke kaldes en succes.

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  For some years now I have been experimenting with solar dyeing. Without any luck. My latest try can serve as an illustration: The bundle to the left was put in the wonderful pot and boiled for half an hour at 80 degrees. The one to the left has stood in a jar for 14 days in my greenhouse.
  Both skeins alum mordanted and dyed - or not - with Cow parsley. 

     Ansporet af et opslag i vores platefarvergruppe rullede jeg de afkogte planterester og en håndfuld friske ind i det sol'farvede' garn. Så fik der 30 minutter i den vidunderlige gryde. Bundterne har byttet plads, men det er vist også alt, der er sket. Jeg må plukke mere vild kørvel i morgen, og måske nogle regnfanblade. Heldigvis kan det stadig overfarves igen.

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  I read a post in a plant dyeing group and made an experiment. All the old plant matters and a handful of fresh leaves were placed on the yarn, which was rolled into a bundle and put in the wonderful pot for half an hour. Well the bundles have changed places, and that's all what happened.
  Tomorrow I'll go hunting some more plants and try again.  

Pollen 2020

Uglemor er allergisk overfor birkepollen, og har set frem til årets pollensæson med rædsel. Pollenallergi oven i alt det andet? Nej tak. Og som et svar på hendes bønner har årets pollensæson været historisk mild.

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MotherOwl is allergic. One of the worst (after bee stings) is birch pollen. She did watch the pollen warnings with anxiety. Oh,no - no more health issues, please. And her prayers were heard. We have had a record low. Look at those graphs: First 2020 alone, then 2020 compared to 2019 and 2018. Big smile. 


Her først årets pollengraf:

Og så sammenlignet med de to foregående år;

Link til pollengrafer

Og da Uglemor gik en tur i dag, lå de første birkerakler på jorden under træerne. Gode nyheder, så er det allerede næsten slut for i år!

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And today MotherOwl went for a walk. The first birch catkins have dropped off already. The end is in sight. Hurray!