You smell like propane and butterscotch

[alcippe]

It is windy here in the Windy City. All the trees are blowing around outside. It is supposed to storm tonight, which I would like very much. I love a good old, fear-for-your-life, batten down the hatches thunderstorm.


I snapped a photo of my herbs while I was out photographing the blowing trees. I have parsley, basil and thyme.


I've made some progress on the painting this evening, too.