what we really need is a femininomenon!!

She had finally decided to open the container filled to the brim with dried marigold when she heard Jay's familiar voice from the entrance of the barn. "Jay!" she chirped, her tail wagging up a storm. Finch left her work space and bounded over to her sister, nudging her nose into the other girl's slightly taller shoulder. It was a gesture as familiar as breathing. "Ah, well, there isn't much to tend to in the garden..." She lamented, gazing out the barn door at the fallow fields. There was something sad about them, stretching empty towards the horizon, but she knew come spring there would be green buds everywhere again. "So I brought out what I've saved from this past harvest and thought I'd see if I could make some paint!" Finnie gestured to the peeled walls of the barn, exposing the weather-worn wood beneath. "A protective coating might help some of our buildings last longer through the seasons, and with the right colors? It might look really striking!"

Finch turned and bounded back towards her collection of containers. "I was just thinking I'd start mixing the marigold with some of the water, and I've already strained and dried some mud to help suspend the pigment once it's ground up - " She took a deep breath, getting carried away with herself again. "Would you like to help? We don't have to use the marigold! I have lavender, dahlias..."