This is where Walnut starts — black walnut hulls from my mom's yard and the horse trail. They simmer for days and eventually become the soft warm parchment in the fabric. It starts with someone walking a horse trail with a bucket.

This is where Walnut starts — black walnut hulls from my mom's yard and the horse trail. They simmer for days and eventually become the soft warm parchment in the fabric. It starts with someone walking a horse trail with a bucket.