Pluck the Day When It Is Ripe

Manley and I picked hundreds of marigolds last night from my friend Susan's spectacularly kept garden. I boiled the petals and let them steep overnight: a fragrant, aurulent tea. This morning, I poured it over fifty-five skeins of yarn and set it outside to "cook". The heat of the sun sets the color, gently and slowly. It will be ready in about three days, but the waiting is--oddly--the most riveting part :)