Yesterday morning I went out to buy some gourds and some Chrysanthemum plants for the front porch. My intention was to paint the gourds, and so I spent three hours trying to put together a good composition of the absurdly shaped and grotesquely warted things. I finally gave up, since I felt totally uninspired. If I'm uninspired, I just can't make my brush move. Then last night in bed I realized that the generous pot of yellow mums are what I really wanted to paint. So here they are.