With my head feeling like a cabbage I took my coffee outside to catch a bit of sunshine and to wait for the coffee to connect with me in some way.
A cabbage? Yes, a cabbage, still, compact, tightly packed but nothing moving, inert, inanimate. Of course alive with potential but not exactly quivering with purpose. Not an unpleasant feeling, just nothing much happening. It was very nice lying on the bench in fleeting sunshine, looking at my rain barrel of white daisies ( click on photo to enlarge image of daisies when the sun went in) and up at the blue sky with white scudding clouds.
Scudding? the word surfaced from somewhere. I've just checked it out and the Free Dictionary says:
intr.v. scud·ded,
scud·ding,
scuds 1. To run or skim along swiftly and easily: dark clouds scudding by.
2. Nautical To run before a gale with little or no sail set.
n. 1. The act of scudding.
2. a. Wind-driven clouds, mist, or rain.
b. A gust of wind.
c. Ragged low clouds, moving rapidly beneath another cloud layer.
[Possibly from Middle English scut, rabbit, rabbit's tail; see scut)
Very nice. I was more spot-on than I realised because I was noticing the wind-driven movement of the low clouds and they were in little puffs, very rabbit-tail-like. I like the nautical part, the concept of putting down one's sail before a gail, going with the flow and not offering resistance.
The background to this is that I'd just come off a coaching call where I had been suggesting to a client that she 'listen to her body'...
I've been wanting to post this photo for a while. Now what can I write about it? That's not because I want to fill the space but because I genuinely want to think about this plant. In this case the attraction to the picture preceeds rational thoughts. It's georgeous isn't it? The equals of any exotic tropical blossoms, these flowers are dressed up enough for a carnival in Rio. Each individual blossom could have been hand-painted and there's a glorious mixture of 'accent colours' on the one stem. 
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