Steam

I was ready to join a poorly Mr Mole on the couch under an afghan, but feeling sorry for him, I offered to make soup. He smiled and thanked me. I noticed steam curling out of the kettle each time I filled it. Exciting day, huh?

Don’t be fooled by the glare. Sunshine appeared for all of a minute (maybe) and was gone again. Even the bees are staying in today.