Well, I scraped off my palette, rolled up my paint-spattered sleeves and got to work, dag-nabbit, and it was great. Being ever so slightly directionless in painting can be quite satisfying, as there’s so much room for the element of surprise. I dragged a few stagnant attempts out of the closet (literally) and injected some new life into them. They’re drying now, so I’ll see how they look in the morning.
I’m very tired from messing about in the garden too. I have no idea what I’m doing in that arena, so I guess I’ll wait and see what comes up from the soil in the next few months. How exciting!