mercy it's June already

i suspect the first six months of this year slipped while i was looking the other way

because 

quite suddenly

it appears to be June

i should be pruning my roses

instead, i have been smelling other people's [er, roses, that is]

i headed south from the mango forest

stopping only to assist with a dyepot

and

plumbed new depths of ingenuity [sacrificing a bit of alfoil in the process]

to keep a fire going in torrential rain

[yes, i got wet, but this time i had the sense not to wear my cowboy boots]

at Tamborine Mountain we found blue skies

and more glorious greens in the dyepot

[my friend R murmured something about that being Queensland in winter]

i am treated to perfect coffee

and drink it standing on the red earth AND by the trees

that it grew on

i think that pretty much defines 'terroir'.

once again we had canine guidance

[there are so many lovely dogs around the whirled]

inspired by the bundle above, we unfurled the dresses to the tune of

'do or die' [spelling it differently in our heads] 

from the album 'teeth and bones' by John Fohl

i could happily have hung around here for a while longer

but

it wasn't possible

+ + +

heading much further south a day later

i turned up at Glenmore House as the sun was setting

in time to filch a few leaves from the roadside

we spent an intense day

working colour into winter wraps

using local windfalls

and

in the evening

i found another friend

but now, by way of something completely different

 i'm on the way home

to sew and dye

for a trunk show in Hollywood

[no, not dreaming!]