I always thought dancing improper; but it can't be since I myself am dancing. - P. L. Travers

Everything comes out of living with an idea. If I knew how to summon up inspiration, would I give my secret away? -->

This was the only place in the Park that was never mown or weeded. Clover, daisies, buttercups, bluebells, grew as high as the children's waists. Nettles and dandelions flaunted their blossoms, for they knew very well that the Park Keeper would never have time to root them out. None of them observed the rules. They scattered their seeds across the lawns, hustled each other for the best places, and crowded together so closely that their stems were always in shadowy darkness.

It is only through the ordinary that the extraordinary can make itself perceived.