There has been a hot wind today, locusts singing carried in with the staccato of chickadee off in the arbor vita, the ceiling  fan whirs and I can see clouds of grey on the western horizon, along with veils of new spiderwebs in the corners of the windows and walls of the farm house. Waiting for people to arrive to see Door PRize for Portraits and  connecting with the locals, that is what I have spent today doing.  I am also looking at a few paintings laying on the floor, drying,  I am trying to decide what needs to be done.