Muse in the Long Grass

The muse is out there. It's been in the long grass all summer, snoozing while the weeds grew up around it and the red ants tunnelled past it.
The muse is such a delicate, fussy little creature. Maybe it needs a good talking to, rather than all this gentle handling. It seems there are many things it doesn't like: children's games, sewing, noise, clutter, sunshine, sand, washing up, dust, letters from the bank, pale faces, unmade beds, potato blight, wrapping paper.
It needs to toughen up. It's September now. New school year and the muse needs a timetable.