I rewarded myself by spending an hour out in the yard slaying vines. A japanese honeysuckle is crawling through this one thicket, which contains poison ivy, some sort of flowering berry bush, a dogwood, a great many hostas, and some interesting trees.
I should kill the honeysuckle.
It should die.
It's an invasive non-native strangly thing.
Definitely ought to kill it.
But every evening for the past week, when I stand outside, I smell this wave of honeysuckle scent drifting off the white flowers, a sweet, decadent scent so perfect it should be backing a Tenessee Williams play about dysfunctional Southern beauty queens, and I can't do it just yet.
I am weak.
When the flowers are all gone, I'll send James in there with the shears. It's poison ivy infested anyway, he's immune, it's his job.
To make up for my weakness, I took out a dead gum tree that's been crushing this thicket of...unidentified things...at the bottom of the yard. It was quite a large tree, but never underestimate the power of a crazy woman with a saw attempting to compensate for her honeysuckle problem.
Now, I need to get back to work...Anthrocon is a month and some change away, and it's the usual wonderful dilemna--every time I do a medium-large show piece for it and think "Hah! This'll draw 'em in at Anthrocon!" somebody buys it, which is great! I couldn't be more pleased!--but still leaves me short art. At the moment I have exactly two paintings for AC, and one of them is one of those enormous not-gonna-sell-in-a-million-years things. So definitely need to start working on that.