Monday, October 1, 2012

A Silent Year

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.