Outside with the Bumble Bees this morning and the weed-eater echoes in the audio background. Chirpers and sunshine and pretty flowers, whose petals snow down on me like a favorite childhood movie, with Heroes on horse-back galloping through Ancient Orchards suddenly renewed by the magic return of life. Last night I watched the Icebergs going down the street, it's not yet Blackberry Winter (this has nothing to do with your wireless device, by the way) and even so the chilly, windy, lingering twinges are overpowering Springtime. I am sitting in sunlight with my laptop in the shade. It makes it hard to see the monitor, which even though it's set to full brightness, keeps auto-magically adjusting to a more dim setting, changing with the ambient light. The new green in the light-rays of morning sun make an incredible shade of green, the kind of green I would like to live in, the shade I'd paint my bedroom if it wasn't already yellow, a yellow I would like to have more of, it's pale now, I want it brighter, like the monitor screen, more light, please! Upon this dewey green with blue skies overhead and the whirring scream of scooters buzzing by, I am thinking of the day and the life and the tasks ahead, they get more and more interesting and even more intense, my creativity must be wedged, with an r-shaped motion, into fifth gear. How can I come up with more, I wonder and yet I must. I have made my promises and those will force an outcome and so I pray to the Art Gods, please send me some visions, let the river of dreams spill over its protective dyke. I have complete faith in them, I am but a humble servant, pencil, pen and brush in hand, behind ear, in between teeth and toes, and were I somehow designed differently, I would place such implements in other areas where gripping were possible and I would wield them wildly and make many pictures at once and draw those over and over again until new creatures formed and grew up into fantastical beasts of the visionary realm, freely trotting down Urban by-ways, filling up your living room to within one inch of the ceiling and leaving muddy lines there forever to be pointed out again and again. I am reminded that I need to mow my grass at home, it is so high and thick and my lawn mower cuts out about every four feet. I gotta get that setting on full blast. Then it's off to a neighborhood festival to perform with my dear friends and make a little magic on a Spring afternoon.