The planting of a Pear Tree

This evening finds me in front of a canvas (so to speak) that is filling up with dots. Music.
I have named it, before I began, 'Pear Tree'. I did this with my winter pear tree in mind, the one in my back yard that I wish to write about and write under. Now of course I wonder, what would the pear tree sound like? Is this music really the tree's or mine. Upon answering 'mine', I press on and make the sounds 'I' want to make.
These sounds are fun, bold and it is my winter music.
I have a show in two weeks whereon my Arco set, accompanied by a choir, will need these notes to sing, bow, strum and beat. I'm sure it will be fine...and on time.

Here in a Hobart winter, I intend to write many things yet unwritten. Adventures in music I wish to take both myself, my ensembles and my audience with. I don't take the responsibility lightly. You, if you are an audient, deserve the respect of an equal member of every performance. We all show up and we take something home. I trust you take something that helps you to understand a little more. This is not an arrogant claim of 'knowledge to bestowed', but lighting the hour in which we all meet and allow ourselves to be vulnerable, deliberately, intentionally.
I hope we all meet there soon. My winter Viking songs await!