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:
2 comments:
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!
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!
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