The sun is warm, the snow is gone and the daffodils are poking out of the ground.

My sequel is coming along. I now know a lot more about growing and producing indigo. It was nasty business–fermenting leaves that smelled like rotten cabbage and lye that could burn you.

Funny how it used to be for the rich and became the dye used for blue jeans. It’s like lobster-that used to be poor man’s food and look at the prices now!