still hot and humid, even last night
wilting, dripping, headachy, cranky
Fading like these flowers (the name** has escaped me - anyone?). I did manage to register for a space this fall in the printmaking studio, swallowing a huge gulp in the jump in cost. I dearly hope by September the weather moderates so that I can have energy, both mental and physical, to get back into my artmaking. Summertime just kills that for me, every year, it must be my northern blood.
** suddenly remembered it: liatris or gay-feather