WHERE IS A MUSE WHEN YOU NEED ONE?

By the time I got back to Wimberley, after John's surgery, the Muses were all scattered hither and yon. They finally came back the day I had to leave again! I haven't really done much of anything creative all summer, and just can't get too excited about any of the projects I already have on hand (such as painting that garden bench, or finishing that dang orange wall). I'm certainly not in the mood for knitting tea cozies, when it's 107 out! Of course, this is fairly typical for me to go into a bit of a slump this time of year, now that I think about it. I guess I almost always lose interest in the garden, taking walks, and just about anything else that doesn't involve water, ice or AC, just about this same time. Yeahhhh, that's what I need - to be floating on cool blue waters, beneath shady cypress trees. The Blue Hole is acallin', and I am soooo ready to hold a Meeting of the Muses there!