The magic hour

I’m thinking that I should probably report back on Open Studios right now.  I should write about the great turnout on Saturday and the lousy turnout on Sunday.  I should write about good sales and great conversations with new friends and old,  and how we’re selling lots of calendars.  But between you and me, I’m a little tired of it all and need a break from Open Studios (It comes up again in two weeks for encore weekend).  Meanwhile I have been totally distracted by these tulips I purchased at Trader Joes to have in my studio for the afore-mentioned event.  They are absolutely STUNNING with their long stems bending and sweeping low.  They reminded me of dancers frozen in a dance move, which triggered a memory of the magic hour stories my Mom used to tell me when I was little.  According to Mom there was a magic hour, some time in the middle of the night while I was sleeping, when all my dolls came to life and went off on amazing adventures.  I could swear when I came into my studio this morning that those flowers got caught mid-swoop when the sun came up.  Their tell-tale stems are bending, reaching and arching, just as if in some exotic dance maneuver.  Maybe tonight I’ll listen for some music and and try and sneak in to watch….