Remember woolens? Those hats and sweaters and whatnot you meant to wash in May?
We pulled ours out of the four corners of the house in the last round of summer sorting (which is always a good way to spend a summer day). Then, one day when the girls were done getting pruney in the kiddy pool under the apple tree, they watched with wide eyes as I squirted soap and vinegar into the still warmish water and dumped the whole wooly pile of that winter gear in.
We got in and did a grape stomping style gentle agitation, and it was a sensory treat so beautiful I wished I had my camera, but then within minutes the water turned rich brown then black, and I was glad I didn’t. But oh, how satisfying.
The water got pumped out onto the apple tree, as usual, and I rinsed everything in the washing machine and put it through the spin cycle before spreading flat on towels to dry.
And there it is. Just about everything woolen I have made or been given over the last few years. Now squeaky clean for a someday winter day.
Kyce Bello 
Oh, you got me smiling! I can feel the squishy rainbow of all those lovely woolens under my bare feet. what a treat to join you in your days. love, Lisa
love the kiddie pool! And I’m so glad your woolies turn the water black, too.
kyce, i have been meaning to leave you a comment to let you know how much i have appreciated your past handful of posts this summer, but time and intention keep running through my hands like water, it seems. i love the image of you and the girls stomping on the woolens in the baby pool. there is definitely a poem in that bit of shining beauty.