Once again the leaves and the season are beginning to turn. I'm back here for the last spell before the baby arrives.
Maybe I shouldn't have spoken lightly of the tales about how pregnancy affects indigo vats because my vat's now been ailing for weeks and I've lost all ability to tell what's wrong with it. Out in the dye garden the Japanese indigo is not exactly thriving and the woad is woeful. Perhaps they sense my preoccupation with another kind of growing. Only the dear potted hydrangea is flourishing and changing colour every time I look.