That is sort of what it feels like in the busy days of summer, the tasks mount even as some get crossed off. One has to remember that these are not ordered taks, there are no task police, it is all in the mind and most of it self inflicted. Most days my first thought in the morning is what time is it, then what did I do yesterday that counts. What counts frequently is the self centered stuff, I recognize that in myself. I have times of other things for others and they last days or weeks and then I slip back into gardens, books, painting and the general stuff of keeping a home.
I haven't had a lot of blog time lately, I usually post things that I like best, these are not wonderful photos, and a painting I just sort of like. I cal thhis painting indifference, one reason is the composition is quite wrong to my eye. but she seems rather indifferent, and the bird wil not meet her eye. It was a mood of mine of course.