Or is it?
I just can’t make myself get into the garden at this time, and Ohio’s prematurely freezing weather (it is more like January weather when the mercury flirts with temperatures in the single digits) makes staying indoors with a hot cup of something and warm new booties all that I want to do. I also took more of a hiatus from blogging in the journal here than I expected.
I think a solitary writer has need of hiatus to rejuvenate the well. I always have inspiration, but time to craft the expression? Not so much, especially during Christmas. I decided that my readers deserve better work when I do write- and I’ve blogged several different ways during the years. It is OK to have a collection of pictures and short posts of things that interest me, but this journal was really never geared to those as the main fare. I think if I would characterize the way I like to post here it would be as an emotional canvas with the rich oil pigments of my feelings about my garden laid in layers through the seasons. Of course, there are bound to be quick sketches, maybe a watercolor or two, and even the charts and drawings of garden planning (although that has moved more to Ilona’s Garden (a website more than a journal).
I’m taking time to listen to podcasts (a bit more of that in a later post), follow those on my twitter radar, and generally rethink the directions I want to take… both in my gardening and in my writing. That seems to be a perennial aspect for me- not one to take the same roads twice it seems. Please add me to your RSS reader so we can stay in touch. I’m not done with garden blogging, just took a bit of a breather.
What are you doing?
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Rob (ourfrenchgarden) says
Zero gardening for me right now.
In fact my big dilema is whether to brine a turkey or not.
Merry Christmas to you and yours
Cheers! Christmas season cheer 🙂
I’ve heard a brine makes it extra delicious although I am set in my ways of the old fashioned roasting- sticking slivers of butter under the skin.