Teeming. That is the only word that can describe this muggy suffocating Manhattan rain. Doesn't this terrarium make you want to duck into the glass and run across its bed of... Coral beads (not exactly the flower I had in mind, but that's what they're called). It feels like it could be the poppy field infront of Oz, no ?? I don't even mind knowing that it's only 12 inches in reality. Still looks like 120 yards of lush childhood goodness. I found this guy at Terrain, and he seems to me to be the perfect cheerer-upper for your living room on grey grey days like this.
[images courtesy of Terrain]