But it wasn't a rat
Several days ago, I put some cherry bark to soak in a bucket of water on the back porch. I'd read that you could get a nice pink from it (for dyeing) and one source I read indicated that soaking it was all you had to do. Surely there must be more to it because that bark had soaked and soaked and no color was to be had. I checked every time I passed by it as I crossed the back porch. As I was heading towards the barn this morning I peered at my bucket of bark as usual. [Sorry, I'm realizing I should include a warning here. If you happen to be eating while you're reading this, stop right here, right now, and come back later. Really. I'll add some spaces just to be sure. Alright, back to my story. I peered in and something didn't seem quite right. There was a weird bubbly thing on top and my mind immediately decided I had let it soak too long and it was molding. I didn't want a bucket of mold growing in my back porch so I carried the bucket to a rocky but of the y...