The cottonwood trees were the largest of the plants, each was in its own quart, paper milk container and none of the stalks were more than a foot. They said they were rapid growing, but nevertheless, I am stunned at the growth. Think of it! This tree four years ago was nothing more than a one-foot twig. I had to put rabbitguard around them, to protect them from rabbits and to be able to find them. They are on drip. I am pruning them up, hoping to get a canopy and some shade. Anne Bliss said that I would get a nice yellow from cottonwood, and I would say that I did.
This morning I took the dogs and collected prickly poppy stems, seed heads and what blossoms remain. They have just about finished blooming. I had decided to call it quits for this year on natural dying, but since these guys are still blooming, decided to go for more batch. There’s a reason they’re called prickly. Even with my leather gloves, I got stuck and was very careful thereafter. I simmered my plant pieces this morning and it’s a good thing, as the infamous Washoe Zephyr is howling through here this afternoon. I’ll let the dyebath sit in the garage until next weekend and then do my last batch for this season. I’m optimistic that it is going to be a shade of green.