Financial markets and expectations have spent months in turgidity.
As spring begins they have become turbid.
1 a: thick or opaque with or as if with roiled sediment <a turbid stream> b: heavy with smoke or mist2 a: deficient in clarity or purity : foul, muddy <turbid depths of degradation and misery — C. I. Glicksberg> b: characterized by or producing obscurity (as of mind or emotions) <an emotionally turbid response>
Hot stuff, commodities. Gold and silver still drive the sane mad with greed. Food is getting popular in the financial world.
Oddly, food has been popular for a long time. Many people eat it, only some invest in it. Too large a proportion don’t have enough of it while some advanced countries grow their population super-sized.
Here in Mexico signs are needed as visuals for those who can’t read, as decoration where color is almost as necessary as food. This fellow is on the wall of a small shop that sells farm feeds, insecticides, some chile plants, seeds and such. 
©Howard Dratch, 2007.
The new HPOD (Howard’s Picture Of The Day) actually got made a day after the first. Daily as it were. Not only that but the magic of digital photography allowed it to be shot as dark fell, processed in iPhoto, made into a web page by the great app, JAlbum, and uploaded to my web host the same night. Click on over to Tree Frog — 1 picture–a short trip.
The slimily enchanting little creature, this tree frog of a tropical persuasion, thinks the antenna of my Jetta will do as a tree to let him hang out on and eat the passing smorgasboard of insects. Still, he is a wise looking fellow. No telling what other thoughts are dancing through his head.