One of the perils of working for yourself is a tendency to try to knock off all of the things no one has had time to do over the past twenty years or so.
Last week I met with the painters, the tree guys, and the dentist- all to take care of deferred maintenance. This morning at 7am the exterminator showed up. Recently as I kept trying to get into my studio I noticed several yellow jacket bees in my house, and if I'm being totally honest- lots of them. Were it not for a beloved 9 year old Lab who will try to snap-n-catch anything that moves, I might have walked on by. But Gracie and I have a deal: she watches out for me and I for her. It's actually more complicated than that because she and I both have to look out for Gus, who is typically too busy sniffing daisies to notice very much of anything. We trust that he will rise to the occasion of an emergency, but she and I hope it never comes to a test.
As I was saying, the bees are soon to be on their way.
And I will be in my studio, where three gorgeous gardenia blossoms wait to be painted. A gift from my kids for a birthday last week... and the scent is heavenly. We have a thing about gardenias in our family, at least the women do. But that's a story for another day.
The studio awaits.