I’ve been at the studio all morning but haven’t gotten anything done. The dog is restless and asks for a walk every ten minutes and once my concentration is broken it seems to take me forever to find my way back to my work. Oh well. Just one of those days.

I spent a couple of hours dragging logs and raking pine straw to the front of the studio this morning. I’m dreaming of a pretty cottage garden in front of the studio. It’s a dream I can’t quite make a reality. Ugh. I think I’ll be lucky if I can just get rid of the poison ivy and put some straw down on the muddy path to the door.