In summertime I have slightly different priorities: family, art, garden. My garden has taken on new proportions since it has become part of my artmaking plan. It's the "but how will we feed ourselves" part of the plan. Note the hill of pumpkin plants in the middle, which is the "but how will we afford to carve jack o'lanterns" part of the plan.
My first day of vacation, I was in a gardening frenzy. Today, I have been in an art frenzy. I am aiming for balance but have managed to hit schizophrenia square in the eye. It all works out as long as I remember that there aint no cure for the summertime blues.