Fall fever?

I feel like with the changing of the seasons I always end up feeling stuck in a rut. I get restless and easily bored and easily frustrated. Then the weather kinda evens out and I kinda even out and all's right in the world. I guess I have seasons of my own. 

"Strange Reflections" oil on copper 10"x14"

I've been working on a series of work I'm calling my Reflection Series. I love reflections. I love how something completely true to life can look so abstract and unrecognizable. I've had a lot of fun lately putting things in silver bowls and then painting close-up pictures of them and their weird swirly reflections. However, I feel like I've hit a wall the last couple of days. I'm still trying to figure out if, in situations like that, it's better if I just stop what I'm doing and do something completely different or if I should just keep working. I think today, though, it's time to get out of the studio. I have hundreds (literally) of flower bulbs that my sweet Memaw bought us as a housewarming present. I'm going to go play in the dirt. 
I don't remember who said it, but I heard a quote once about how planting a garden is the epitome of hope. Planting a garden implies faith that spring will come and you'll be around to see your tulips and daffodils bloom. I like that thought. Then maybe I'll come in and play with my art supplies and see if new ideas bloom. If not, at least I'll have tulips in the spring.