Sometimes sleep happens when it should and sometimes it should but doesn't. This morning I'm greeted by two owls chatting and our night blooming cyrus(?) this plant is truly amazing; it blooms only at night and for one night only, with an aroma that is so potent it borders overwhelming and invasive. The flowers are appx 6" diameter.
At this time of night it's a good time to be a potter; reading would probably scare the hell out me right now as I'm reading "The omnivore's dilemma", watching t.v. just isn't an option, so I reckon I'll put on another espresso and go out to the workshop and keep making tea bowls. I can't seem to stop making tea bowls and they seem to be getting bigger and bigger; to the point that small birds would enjoy bathing in them, perhaps I'll see what I can do about making some for small children to bathe in.
