. . . kettle over the fire. Slowly the water in the kettle changes its color. My mother puts white yarn into this dye water. She boils it over the fire. She stirs it with a stick. It bubbles and bubbles. It gives a good smell like plants after rain. For a little time my mother boils the yarn in the dye water, and then she takes it out again. It is no longer white. It has changed color. 28In this way my mother changes the colors of her yarns to look like brown earth in morning or yellow sand at mid-day. She changes the colors of her yarns to look like black cliffs at sunset, or black like the night, and black like the dark clouds of male rain. . . . Read More