This morning I woke to thunder and thought of Umi. She would be calling to come into the room, running to hide under the bedcovers or behind the TV in her favourite corner. She seems to think the thunder won't get her there.
Here she is, Umi with the beaded spider I made last September.
"What's that on my back? . . . . . There she goes again, does she not know that I am not her backdrop to show off her beaded things?"