Tuesday, 26 June 2012
Creativity, I have recently discovered, is not dependent on ability, while the opposite is not true.
Lose the skill and your Muse is still there filling your head with all kinds of whimsical notions.
I sat out on the balcony this morning, in the rain, thinking about how the balcony plants always seem to be in song. From there, it was a short trip to imagining what each, according to color and nature might be singing.
The pink & yellow Petunias: "Ode to Joy"
“Conchita” (our red tropical): “Malaguenas”
The Million Bells: “Mocking Bird Hill”
The flame plant: “Flamenco Arabe”
Marigolds: “Jeremiah was a bullfrong”
Impatience: Vivaldi – “Spring”
Quiet the little riot going on on the balcony. Morning all!