I think I've finally come to the point where I need to admit that I have a disease or at least some sort of syndrome. My husband has insisted for a long time that I have an illness. I don't think I can live in denial any longer. It's been affecting my concentration, sight and more importantly my driving. I see things that aren't there too. The most prominent symptom is that I want to dye. Notice I said D.Y.E. not D.I.E.
I no longer think the symptoms are seasonal though. It used to be only in the fall when I'd see the Goldenrod in the fence row. We have a walnut tree so in the fall instead of walnuts I see the potential for brown wool. Down the road is an Osage Orange tree so the hedge apples from it call to me to try that someday. Now in the spring there is the Rapeseed, fern fiddle heads in the woods, even the lichen on logs and trees.
Finally, the year-round exposure when I go shopping is becoming debilitating. Am I buying that avocado because I like to eat them or because I'm saving the skins and pits for a dye pot? It's just too distracting! You see black beans; I see blue yarn.
The possibilities are endless: cabbage, beets, carrots, turmeric, and onion skins. Who in their right mind fills a bag at the grocery store with onion skins and forgets to buy the actual onion?! I told you I'm seeing things that aren't there. You see food; I see color!
So, there you have it. I confess. I have a disease. Who knows, it might even be contagious. I do know that it has no cure. I also know that I will dye from it, but I will dye happy.