Eight years ago I dipped a cautious toe into the world of blogging with THIS FIRST POST I'm kinda amazed to find myself still at it . . .but there are always pictures to take of the beautiful world and it's nice to have a place to put down my sometime very random thoughts and experiences. It is, indeed, a web log of my life -- holidays and turning seasons, autumn leaves, snow and ice, flowers blooming, corn ripening, time to dig the potatoes . . .
Books I've read, meals I've cooked, places I've been . . . all here, along with thoughts on writing, politics, and life (not Life.) Plus the silly stuff.
And the critters -- Eddie and Miss Susie Hutchins, Maggie, Bear, William, Molly, Jack and Dan . . . gone now but remembered in the blog. . .
I could go on . . . but I'm writing this on Christmas night after a rather full (in every sense) day and, like Layla in the picture below, I'm plumb wore out. (But, I hasten to add, in a more lady-like sort of a way.)
Thanks to all of you who read my daily maunderings and even more thanks to those of you who comment whether on the blog or on Facebook. Some of you I feel I know quite well and I treasure these virtual friendships.
And I'm not tired of blogging yet.