I feel like I am emerging from a bomb shelter or something. The heat wave is subsiding. One can breathe again. The brain cells start firing once more and the creative juices start to flow. Right now the juices are flowing along these lines... Alas, more shameless forgery. But I found inspiration right in my kitchen for the next one. A rose that was given to me in a bouquet that S. brought to me months ago. I hung it to dry I thought it was so beautiful.   Here it is in its bookmark incarnation: Everything works better when the temperatures are in the 80's. :-) (What a pansy you are about heat.) No, that's a ROSE silly. (Oh my god. You're still a dillweed. Even at 87 degrees.)