In Chico last November, I perused Wendy’s yard to see if I might by chance recognize any dye plants.
Low and behold, I found American poke berries and a purple smoke tree, or cotinus.
Everywhere I go now, it’s funny how I eventually notice the joint is just lousy with dye plants. The more plants I learn, the more I want to identify ones I don’t know.
Drool.
Pant.
curvylou 