Mums the word in the tropics--for the new flower arrangement in the room and the word on the beach that it does rain from time to time. The umbrellas in the closet are a dead give away. After a driving thunderstorm last night with strong winds, I awoke thinking it would be a painting day. I prepared to salvage the floral I had made a mess of yesterday and opened the blackout drapes for better light. Lo and behold there was sun, a bit hazy from the mist rising off the sea, but strong enough to make quick work of this sad watercolor, hurry into my swimsuit and head for the casita. Weather reports don't mean very much in the tropics. The winds are playfully unpredictable--just like wet into wet watercolor. This will be my last attempt till I'm in the comfort of my own studio where greater control than cropping reigns. The bottle of masking liquid in the cupboard is a dead give away.