The next batch of five:
My original idea for this prompt was “ashes protect baby salads” but I did not spread the ashes and my baby salads disappeared. Needed another idea… Ash, bash, cash, dash… Dasher… He threw up the sash…
In spite of the illegibility, I am pretty sure it’s a schizostylis.
Voilà! Thirty-one drawings in ink done this month. One a day. Better than bought vitamins. Something reminds me of Ramadan, I guess the prolonged effort, small each day, but each day renewed.
I dug these potatoes today. They are almost this colour. I have written about them previously: https://djdblogginghere.wordpress.com/2017/09/25/potatoes-and-ink/