I love name stories. I’ve just finished Patrick Rothfuss’s The Name of the the Wind and The Wise Man’s Fear; great summer reading. I wish the word great hadn’t been ruined.

The ants are swarming after the rains.

Coning it

Not I. Ask for a pony, get a peony. The peonies are out!

(complete with Margined calligrapher and Ceratina?)