Wet

It's becoming a rain forest here.

Days and days of incessant showers.

I should shut up - if it were winter all this precipitation would be snow. We wouldn't be damp, we'd be buried in white fluff.

A soggy daddy long legs on this years crop of milkweed.

I had a chance to make some beads last night, they're in the kiln now waiting for me to drive over and unload them. Without the pressure of my trunkshow to guide me, I just noodled around playing with Double Helix's Aurae - it seems to love ink blue.