Marigold Wool : The Beginning

Yesterday the marigold petals gave up their color, and the wool drank it in. I unrolled the bundle this morning after it dried overnight - a soft golden bat, tied with twine, carrying the garden in its fibers.

The garden's gold, now held in the fibers

The color is warm but not loud, like sunlight seen through late-summer leaves, or the first streak of soft orange before the day ends. It's the shade of quiet evenings and ripening fields, a color made by time, soil and care.

This is the first of many - there will be more flowers, more colors steeped from garden to fiber. One day soon, these will gather into a woolen landscape: hills and skies and fields fused from petals and patience.

For now, it rests here on the table, a little bundle of sunlight, waiting for the next color to join it.