Listening to classical jazz has my mind visually giving colour to every note played whilst my imagination puts them in an order to suit the sound and echoes the myriads of sound around my brain

I plant the same way, with music pounding through my head the colours bouncing around looking for there place and position to achieve my melody and soothe my soul.

These plants will give me the colours I need for my work on silks and wools and linens and dye my wool to create the designs I write. When the plants are ready to harvest and be protected before I need that colour.