Nothing like a forecast of rain to make me think of cutting a few flowers for the house before they get plastered to the ground.
And nothing like a forecast of seven straight days of rain to make me think I might as well bring in most of the flowers.
It's a little too gloomy to get a sharp photograph, but this is pretty accurate for how muted they appear to me, across the room.
In contrast, the day before the rainy days:
I hope your day is just as sharp or as muted as you want it to be.
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