constant thunder like a deep bass hum. heavy gray cloud covered skies. and a wind that the seagulls ride as far as i can see them without moving a wing. the morning feels like night and all the lights need to be on. and it's today that we are having an impromptu little sale to fill tracy with wonderful energy as she begins to produce her exciting new body of work. and to welcome a charming little collection of vintage books to the space. our little village was also planning a collective yard sale, but i'm not sure if that will happen or be postponed. but we'll be at the little white house at 55 mowat, welcoming you in from the storm, from 10 until 2.