Put your brush down..

"Put your brush down and step away from the easel", I said out loud to an empty studio. I lifted my gaze to take in the marbled blue sky, and new growth green. There's plenty of flower litter that didn't get processed before the winter. I can go out and do some snipping. The deck furniture can come out of the shed. Hmm, the shed. I've had to bang on the door, wait respectfully (ha!) then toss a rock through the open door. Nothing. Not a sound until I step through the door. That's when she flies over my head and I curse. I haven't seen her babies, but I know the nest is up on the top shelf, probably cozy in the car emergency kit carton. It's got a mylar blanket which the family of squirrels must prize as their ultra-modern winter rental. Well hopefully they're out now as I should be.
It's  time for me to stop messing around, put on my shoes and go outside.