After a morning hullabaloo, paying bills, shopping, traffic, and talking to phone robots, it was refreshing to stop and simply paint pansies. When the breeze hits my flower pots, the pansies wobble and bounce like people picking fruit in the produce aisle at Walmart, pandemonium, not a pretty sight. Anyway, I liked the sound of pandemonium and pansies together. Should have been peaceful pansies, because that's how I felt after painting them. Pansy painting... visual meditation. Ah.....