a simple glimpse at the end of this autumn season

These last days of November can be tricky. So many of the trees are still clothed in various stages of dress, while others lay naked.

Mondays can be busy days because Charlotte goes to a piano lesson before lunch and a violin lesson in the afternoon. I find things to do such as grocery shopping at Aldi which is near her piano teacher's house, and stopping by the library or a coffee shop while she is having her violin lesson. But  sometimes I find myself waiting in the car as it was today, and as I'm sitting there I was entertained with the row of maples that were showing off outside the church, caught in the beauty of this day.

This is the view toward down town where the Christmas lights have been strung from the lamp posts, now look at that sky!

Earlier that morning before leaving the house, I was sitting at my desk doing some correspondences on my computer and my eyes kept being side-swiped by the falling leaves outside the window. I could not catch them falling no matter how hard I tried...

The end of this autumn season.

the weekender

After days of pouring rain, biting cold, steady gusting winds and what we like to term, "down-right nasty weather", autumn decided to give us the finest of its joys giving excellent opportunity to share my newly blocked hand-knitted sweater, The Weekender by Andrea Mowry.

                      Keats called autumn,

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

                      Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun";

The special November sunlight never fails to soothe me and I am particularly mindful of the constant uniqueness and concentrated beauty involved in the maturing of all things. 

a thanksgiving day in october

As per this post I am making myself an honest lady and giving a brief recount of my trip to Niagara Falls. Of course, we did the touristy thing and rode the Maid of the Mist. You could feel the Falls in more ways than one while while riding the sturdy boat...and yes, we did get wet from head to toe despite the pink ponchos

The next day we drove our rented car into Canada where I must agree the views of the falls were spectacular. And we were surprised to learn it was the Thanksgiving holiday in Canada. We were so delighted to have been seated by the huge glass window overlooking the falls where we were served a traditional, as in American traditional, Thanksgiving meal. Turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, roasted root vegetables, pumpkin pie...we ate until we were as full as we were thankful.

more natural dyeing

Looking outside and taking in the autumnal beauty, my mind can not but help to think of natural dyeing. What colors are hidden in the weeds, the faded flowers, the barks, and the lichens? And what about in my kitchen, and those things I observe in my everyday life? Experimentation is the key, and the magic happens when the yarn is lifted from out of the dye bath, rinsed in cold water, and hung to dry.

So two more dye pots were formulated, one with black beans and the other with nasturtium leaves and stems.  I had seen on Pinterest the various colors that come from black beans so I was itching to try it. Dyeing with black beans involves a cold-bath dye which took me a total of four days, two days to make the dye and two more for the wool to process in the dye. I was truly hoping to get a vivid blue yarn, and while it was definitely not blue, it did turn out to be a very lovely gray with the slightest hint of violet.

I waited until the prediction of a frost before I reluctantly pulled up some of my nasturtium plants creating a dye bath from the leaves and stems. (Thankfully, I did not need to pull them all up because the nasturtiums in my garden  on the south side are still blooming beautifully.) I put this dye bath on one afternoon and let it simmer for a couple of hours, then after cooling I immersed the mordanted wool into the dye. I am very pleased with the flaxen-yellow color that resulted from the nasturtiums dye bath.
 

I did, however, apply a tablespoon of vinegar. My spigot water is not neutral(7), but has a higher alkaline reading. Next time I plan to apply a larger amount of vinegar to the black bean dye bath.

As always the photography was mainly done by Charlotte, I always do appreciate her creative bent. And she just seems to catch those in between shots too, like me standing on a chair in my slippers, and of the renowned George looking out through the glass door...appearing somewhat bored  with our going ons.

onion skin dyeing

 A plastic bag full of yellow onion skins was calling my name, onion skins collected over a period of time. Now understand we're talking a fat grocery bags worth crammed with outer onion skins.

 One day, I would muse, I am going to take those skins and make an onion skin dye.

And the time was now.

I gathered my old dye pots and set to boiling the onion skins in water for about an hour. Prior to that I had mordanted my wool with aluminum potassium sulfate, now soaking in a pot of room temperature water. After the dye bath had cooled some what, I strained the onion skins, gently placing the mordanted wool in the dye pot and raised the temp to a simmer for another two hours.  There is a time that the dye is spent, but I wanted to make sure the wool would take in as much as the dye as possible because I was hoping for as orange of a color as I could get.

Then the next day I  thought I would try putting in another skein of mordanted wool to see if the dyebath was entirely exhausted or not, it came out a very pale orange (not shown in true color, the very pale orange looks cream in some of the photos).

                                                 

                  The colors of autumn on a November day.