Prologue: The washing has been on the line since Sunday, the day it started to rain.
It has hardly stopped since…
I found two pots of orchids being thrown out last week, before the rains came, and my daughter and I felt, like the Kate Bush song This Woman’s Work, that the plants had ‘a little life in them left’.
This morning, unbelievably, I managed to find a patch of brief blue sky and took a photo of the flowers, thus proving Kate’s point. I know that song so well; I think I prefer Maxwell’s version, but it tears me apart to heart it sometimes. Instead I’ve got Miles Davis playing So What, from the album, Kind of Blue. Can’t beat that on a rainy day like today. A jazz trumpet talks to you, without playing on your emotions, telling you what to think like lyrics do.
For truly accomplished flower photography, I am just playing after all, please drop by my colleague Bronwyn Oldham’s marvellous website here.
I don’t often feel like dancing anymore. The children are at the age where they prefer it if I don’t as well… Still, I like this song and I like it even more because it is definitely a tune to sit in a chair to (optional: nursing a drink and one’s war of life wounds). It also has a Maxwell’ish’ vibe to it, which is all to the good.
Friday night might have to be renamed.