Procrastination

I have found that if you are a born procrastinator it touches all areas of your life. The fact that my artwork suffers from this affliction is a given. I must say as of late I have been fairly productive in the studio. Recently I have competed two new paintings for upcoming shows, the Allied arts member show as well as the Northwest Pastel societies juried exhibition. So feeling pretty good about this I look out my studio window into the wet backyard. I take in the newly acquired wood chip play area for my boys to play on without getting covered in mud. I take in the once green lawn now replaced so effortlessly with yes you guessed it, mud. My fence in sore need of painting leads my eye to a great subject of this procrastination, the garden. Now don’t get me wrong I did indeed have a fairly prolific vegetable garden last year. I even managed to fence it in to keep my dog out. Unfortunately because I was late in planting last year I lost all my beloved broccoli due to it flowering. So this year was the year. Early starts, well planned sheet mulching to build beautiful loamy enriched soil. I saved cardboard and was able to start by laying it out in nice even layers. I topped some of it with straw to begin the process.Then it stopped. I ran out of cardboard. The effort to find more proved to overwhelming to continue. So I turned on the TV. Now here I am a few months later gazing out my studio window at a garden half covered with cardboard and straw and the cherry blossoms near full bloom. I know if I want to sheet mulch at all this year I must complete it soon, very soon. So I make a promise to myself to get motivated and complete this thing. Maybe not now though, it looks cold out there. Besides I think Oprah is about to start.

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