Cured, just a shower and in a rush.

1. The bath bombs we made yesterday in a Lush workshop have cured -- it's satisfying to ease them out of the mould.

2. I look up to the window, and it's raining -- just a shower, but enough to lay the dust, wake the petrichor and raise our hopes.

3. A brown orange spotted moth, so small it could sit on my little fingernail with room to spare, speeds about the garden, never quite stopping long enough for me to get a good look.

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