Nary a photo snapped. Not even for the almost clockwork nature of available subject matter. Not a bit of video streamed. Not even for the ridiculous cuteness of unexpected baby chicks. No, this year passed as solitary, private, quiet. A deliberate working out, a long contemplation whose consequences are yet to be determined.
I pretty much despise obscurantism; liking instead a beginning, middle and end. And an explanation. Whether in a book or a garden I want A-Z. (I chuckle, you'd think I'd learn, wouldn't you?). Eventually one figures out our little grabs at control, (no matter how humble), are, at the end of the day, laughable. And, after a period of suitably ruffled feathers, we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and carry on ideally with a 'big picture' frame of mind.
So I took a break from this blog and even from reading those other blogs I admire so much. When I did investigate I found a few of my favorite writers seemed to have significantly lessened their output as well. Have they said it all? Hardly I suspect. I'll keep checking.
So now that I'm in the process of putting the gardens to bed and re-thinking what I might want for next year I have a hankering to blog. Ok, yeah..funny.
