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Such a sunny disposition!!!!

She would feel right at home here:



I caught this video on German TV... something called Rave Around the World on the VOX Channel.

I'd actually rather see these than thrilling and dramatic '"Filling Out Forms" episodes. I wish I had the $$ to bid on some of the stuff Paul's got up on Ebay.....

D'awwww!!!!

What an ability that would be, to listen to the flowers!

davids4250 wrote:What an ability that would be, to listen to the flowers!

Especially if they sing...

Aaand, now I'm thinking about arranging a garden for audio beauty as well as visual...

Very sweet. Is this a plant affinity power, imagination, synesthesia, or a bit of each?

Yes, I know the effect it has on us.

Jabberwonky wrote:

davids4250 wrote:What an ability that would be, to listen to the flowers!

Especially if they sing...

Actually, it's asking for toilet water instead of Brawndo. It just has a high pitched, musical voice!

I hope that flower sings better than this bush.

"...You can learn a lot of things from the flowers, most especially in the month of June..."

Guess the movie that's from.....

Jabberwonky wrote:

davids4250 wrote:What an ability that would be, to listen to the flowers!

Especially if they sing...

... appropriately.

In Victorian days, the gift of a particular type of flower implied something... each flower had a meaning attached to it. The Rhododendron had a symbolic meaning of "beware". This meaning wasn't assigned by accident. Rumor has it that the Rhododendron knows only two songs: "Barnacle Bill The Sailor", and a jaunty rendition of "The Ballad of Eskimo Nell" (both sung distressingly off-key, of course).

NOTDilbert wrote:"...You can learn a lot of things from the flowers, most especially in the month of June..."

Guess the movie that's from.....

Alice In Wonderland!!! (heh, that scene was the first thing I thought of too)

Jabberwonky wrote:Aaand, now I'm thinking about arranging a garden for audio beauty as well as visual...

You might have more than you think.

I have an Apple tree in my back yard as old as me, and one Apple tree old as my son(planted the Spring after he was born, right after the last frost). I have Forsythia and Crabapple trees, and an evergreen in my front garden bed. They have a music all their own if you listen on a breezy day.
The birds building nests in them raising families add to it, the chittering squirrels running along the neighbours battered and worn picket fence, fighting over the seed in the feeders, as do the happy kids that watch the antics of animals that play in it's branches. The winds whispering secrets through the branches of the trees, as the leaves rustle a reply.

Some people hang chimes from them to "distract from the boring feel of them" and that is sad, because if they'd only listen, they'd hear a symphony that is drowned out by them.

Early Morning is the best, because the cacophony of zooming travellers and various modern noises are not present, just a sleepy street waking up to another glorious morning. If you can manage it, wake up very early on a day off and sit and listen to your yard waking up. You might be surprised.

All I Know is Castela looks happy. Now I wonder how Atsali is taking to all this change. To see her trying on new clothes or in this case, Katherines clothes. "Oh Kath, this sweater is soooo cool. Can I try it on?" (Katherine) "Sweety I'm afraid it won't fit, cause we're different" *FILL-OUT morph* ".....sizes?"
Would be funnier if Atsali met Monica first.

And yet another piece of evidence in favor of the whole "dryad" theory for Castela's species. I'm inclined to think that it is an affinity ability...plant-based supernaturals can probably at least understand the languages of all of the plants they see. I doubt they'd be limited to their own affiliated plant. After all, we can learn other human languages...why couldn't they learn other plant languages? Also...you don't have to understand the language to appreciate the song (hence my enjoyment of opera).

Jabberwonky wrote:

davids4250 wrote:What an ability that would be, to listen to the flowers!

Especially if they sing...

Only if they can carry a tune...

Something to keep in mind is Katherine's life prior to Atsali and Castela. You might recall her talking to her plants as well as her goldfish Oscar. On another matter, I've been observing young Castela's eyes: They have red highlights, which make them different from Katherine's, and today's pic shows them to be quite different in other ways. There is a 'hollow' quality to her eye sockets and what appear to be floating pupils, but that could just be reflections. Castela is a very different creature indeed, but a wonderful little girl.

DinkyInky wrote:

Jabberwonky wrote:Aaand, now I'm thinking about arranging a garden for audio beauty as well as visual...

You might have more than you think.

I have an Apple tree in my back yard as old as me, and one Apple tree old as my son(planted the Spring after he was born, right after the last frost). I have Forsythia and Crabapple trees, and an evergreen in my front garden bed. They have a music all their own if you listen on a breezy day.
The birds building nests in them raising families add to it, the chittering squirrels running along the neighbours battered and worn picket fence, fighting over the seed in the feeders, as do the happy kids that watch the antics of animals that play in it's branches. The winds whispering secrets through the branches of the trees, as the leaves rustle a reply.

Some people hang chimes from them to "distract from the boring feel of them" and that is sad, because if they'd only listen, they'd hear a symphony that is drowned out by them.

Early Morning is the best, because the cacophony of zooming travellers and various modern noises are not present, just a sleepy street waking up to another glorious morning. If you can manage it, wake up very early on a day off and sit and listen to your yard waking up. You might be surprised.

Wow, what an (audio) picture you paint. Unfortunately, not many trees around here. A few kinda straggly Eucalyptus, low water requirements, and none close enough to where I hang out to get any windsong from them.
But your words brought back memories of listening to the breezes sing through pine trees...

Julie wrote:Also...you don't have to understand the language to appreciate the song (hence my enjoyment of opera).

I enjoy music in many different languages, especially having spent so much time overseas in recent years. But I have often found myself liking a song for the cadence of the words and the voice before 'getting' the words. (which has led to many amusing original lyrics to songs I've only heard once or twice)

Dave wrote:

Jabberwonky wrote:

davids4250 wrote:What an ability that would be, to listen to the flowers!

Especially if they sing...

... appropriately.

In Victorian days, the gift of a particular type of flower implied something... each flower had a meaning attached to it. The Rhododendron had a symbolic meaning of "beware". This meaning wasn't assigned by accident. Rumor has it that the Rhododendron knows only two songs: "Barnacle Bill The Sailor", and a jaunty rendition of "The Ballad of Eskimo Nell" (both sung distressingly off-key, of course).

*insert voice of Olive Oyl*

Who's that knock-ing on my Do-wer!!!!
Who's that knock-ing on my do-wer!!!!
Who's that knock-ing on my do-wer!!!!
Asked the fair young maiden!!!!

uk -uk-uk!!!! LOL

Aw, who isn't charmed by the little flower girl?

cmdrpowers wrote:On another matter, I've been observing young Castela's eyes: They have red highlights, which make them different from Katherine's, and today's pic shows them to be quite different in other ways. There is a 'hollow' quality to her eye sockets and what appear to be floating pupils, but that could just be reflections.

The impression I've gained, especially from today's comic and the second panel of the one from the 26th of last month, is that her eye-sockets are mostly just filled with empty space, and her "pupils" are sticking up through that space (sort of like the stamens on a flower, with the pupil being the anther and the filament going back into. . .wherever). Which, if true, would mean that she probably sees the world in a much different way than we do, in more than just the figurative sense.

She and empty-socket-version Tina could have a really unnerving staring contest against each other.