Lantana isn’t in the ground yet. We need to get through frost warnings this week!
Let me use canned air on this keyboard before I begin. (Postponing some honesty now.) Think. Deep breath.
Maybe the mug of coffee super-charged me this morning. It was the second mug I’ve had in almost three years. Don’t miss it much but every darn thing looked so beautiful to my wide open eyes this morning. Cool, breezy, and clear, with sun on my back.
Crepe Myrtle buds already?
Postponing inside plans, I found gardening gloves, a few tools, and began working around the pond with an eye on invasive weeds. Doing this requires a good balancing act on rock, so I was relieved for opportunities to sit Indian style to grab weeds. Michael pruned and agreed to add to my brush pile beyond the fence. Yes!
There’s no better time for thinking than during weeding a garden. I realized that I had better start posting soon. My backlog of photos will get lost in the unorganized mess on this computer real soon if I don’t share them.
A blog friend from afar wrote recently, paraphrased, “I think part of the reason for your blogging burnout is your tiring efforts of constantly responding to your readership and worrying about your blogroll …” I nodded in agreement and thought about what she said since then. Ouch?
Her honesty and ability to read me blew me away. Thank you.
Through this blog, I've met fantastic and unique individuals with so much talent and knowledge. Researchers, writers, travelers who teach and share so well.(and if I’m dead wrong, go ahead and Chimp me, LOL!).
Many of my blog friends travel to exotic places, take frequent vacations, and share experiences away from their backyards.
What do I share?
What lives under my rocks. I'm laughing out loud.
Like this out-of-focus skink, which, by the way, I learned to identify from a reader.
Because my little discoveries are so trivial compared to others’, I have felt the only way I’d have readers is to exhaust myself reciprocating – commenting on blogs until I can’t see or think straight. Y'all know I've been struggling lately. What might save me and my blog is to embrace this concept on posting and commenting: “Post Whatever I Can, Comment Whenever I Can”. End of discussion. No more whimpering. Now, the pressure is off after hours of digging, thinking, watching and listening to Red-Winged Blackbirds, Common Grackles, Starlings, and
oodles of finches,
wind-blown Brown Thrashers, and
feeling the peace of a waterfall in a man-made pond, unnatural in a sense, but loaded with nature, by God!
Bella helped. Chloe didn't.