There are days when one paints, but nothing is accomplished. You put it on, consider it, wipe it off. It’s like I see what has to be done, but I can’t get there. The chaotic mass of leaves is laughing at me. From past experience I know what will happen: I will finally reach the level of annoyance where I start slapping on paint—without the thinking. Things will magically improve.
I am tired of my own whining. I’ll post again when I’m doooooooooooone! Hopefully with a day or two left in September so I can start something else. 🙂