Thursday, August 04, 2011

North, to the Future

The fireweed is blooming.

For some it might mean the beginning of the end of summer. For others, it is another way to get a yellow dye. Perhaps others see it as a beautiful pink blanket across the hillsides.

For me, however, when I see fireweed, I can only think of this:


Jan Morrison said...

friggin' brilliant. and now, I'll only be able to think of this too!
Finished a square today and am going to learn how to do granny squares in the hope of at least doing you one or two more!

Taos Sunflower said...

OMG, Robyn. I also blew coffee on my keyboard, watching that video. My neighbors probably hear me and think I'm in need of a straight jacket. Thank you, thank you, thank you. One can only try to survive on humor when faced with such a sad situation.

PS I bought some acrylico today! Tonight, the hook! Yay!