My internal clock must be set to read daylight. I've been up and out of bed at precisely 5:20 am every day for a couple of weeks now. The good thing about that is that I not only get to see the pretty sunrises, I get to see the few four-o-clocks that are blooming in the low-lighted and cooler part of the day:
This snail flower vine has been a real find. We love the way it has taken over the shepherd's hook and is blooming madly:
And, let's see... what am I working on in the "treehouse"? A collage on canvas, metal "fabric" similar to a Rebekah Meier technique, the Petie bird from Frowning Francis patterns, and sculpting ala Linda Hollerich :
Only the Petie bird is finished. It seems I'm still dealing with my fear of finishing.