This is what my world looked like on March 2, 2009. Feeling completely closed in and, deciding that I could take a semi-snow day, I sat down and wrote my first blog post.
Two years and two hundred nineteen posts later, I am still here. I had planned to write lovely essays (like Sam) and there is a pile of books somewhere on how to write non-fiction. Instead, I have mostly told you what is on my mind or what projects are at the top of my to-do list for the week.
Most of all, I have discovered the wonderful group of bloggers who read and support each other. Whether you're in Arlington or Arizona, you have become friends. I have laughed at life in a small village in Provence, and met wonderful ladies who live in England, France and Australia, to say nothing of Texas, Illinois and Georgia. I've cooked wonderful dishes from a small roof-top garden and a french country home. I've shared bee news and bird sightings with bloggers in western Virginia, Minnesota and Arizona. I've drooled over wonderful flowers that Jane, Denise and Alison arranged and shared with us and learned about wrapping beautiful packages from Sande. Jill has set high goals for me in art work - goals I won't get to for a couple more years, but I want to learn from her. Belinda has gotten me interested in growing more flowers for cutting, and I have shared many a Friday glass of wine with Ally.
Charlene nudges me to maintain a better work/life balance and some weeks I manage to accomplish it. Savvy gives me great ideas on what to read to broaden my horizons and Vivianne and Kiren brighten my day as they raise their families and share that adventure. Ms. Caroline Bender continues to be my muse. I can't leave out my favorite cat, who mostly complains, but is a hoot to read.
And then there are a few hardy followers who - for some unknown reason - seem to come and visit. Special thanks to those of you whom I don't even know, but who have signed up anyway, and to James and Elizabeth who come regularly but never tell me.
It's a lovely journey and I am so happy when you come along and comment. I know year three will be every bit as much fun as year two. Thanks to you all.... and love. ps: Here's what it looks like today!
What could be nicer than watching the seasons come and go in the garden. I hope to retire in about three years and spend more time just digging in the dirt. I'm not a professional gardener, but enjoy putting my hands in the dirt and seeing what happens.
For now, let's enjoy it together!