I couldn’t resist the look of Prickly Poppy. It’s such a prehistoric looking plant, with thorny stems and large flowers that look like fried eggs. I took the dogs with me in the truck to pick one pound of plant material. They ran all over while I delicately snipped pieces and parts into a five gallon bucket. Even with leather gloves, I got well acquainted with the origin of its name.In one book I read on dying with native plants, the list included colors from cooking as well as decomposition. So after I cooked the plants for one hour, I left them in the garage for a week, thinking that I could deepen the color of my results, which according to Anne Bliss, would be chartreuse. I don’t know if the color changed as it decomposed, but it certainly did decompose. Laura took one look in the pot and suggested that I toss the contents
As you can see, I didn’t get chartreuse.
While Laura was here, she solved a mystery for me. A couple of years ago we bought a fleece from Anna Harvey and split it. When she moved to