Yellow ochre comes from clay that is rich in iron oxide. It abounds around here, not as prevalent as orange and red ochre, but easy to find nonetheless. On this completely golden Sunday when daylight savings time ended and we flipped into whatever the other kind of time is called, yellow ochre seemed to be the color of the day.
This morning Jacob, my 14 year old grandson, came over to earn a little money doing garden and lawn work. While I cleaned a garden and cut back the lemongrass that Jesse considers his garden house (drawing 811), Jacob raked pine straw to make winter covers for three little fig trees. He also dug up and moved one of these trees to what we hope will be a better spot for it, and then he mowed the backyard AND cleaned the front porch and re-stacked the dregs of the woodpile.
Drawing 812 is a the bell that Jacob and I had on our table at Dobra after we finished working. At Dobra you get a bell to use to summon a waiter when you need to order. We ordered our usual: two bubble teas made with rooibos tea and sunflower seed milk and Vietnamese bubbles made of tapioca starch; goat cheese and pita with olives and tomato slices; and pita with hummus and carrots, celery, and cucumbers; and one large chocolate chip cookie.
Later at home P. and I sat on the porch and watched Jesse who sat surveying the field across the street as the sun came through the trees in the woods beyond it. Then I drew two of Jacob's winter huts for fig trees.