Aw, thanks for all the ‘hellos’ on the last post! Honestly, I wasn’t looking for blog affirmation… just thinking. Evaluating. Thinking, as I need to once a year or so, about why I write and should I keep going and how this whole virtual neighborhood affects my little life. Anything you spend more than an hour on per week deserves a little thought, yes?
This ‘neighborhood’ affects me greatly… without it, I would surely hole up on these 40 acres and paint bad paintings while letting dinner burn. Over the years, you readers have become friends. The numbers have remained largely the same, though some neighbors have moved on and new ones have moved in. Sometimes, we read for months without waving and sometimes we chat it up like there aren’t kids screaming behind us. I like it.
I do not earn income from this blog- there are no ads to click. I do not have a book deal and am not recruiting readers. I don’t have my own fabric line. I do not give away $500 gift cards to Lowes. I don’t have a stat counter that tells me who’s here and who’s not (seriously I can’t tell more than maybe what city you’re in).
I write as a discipline to keep something in my life constant. To remember to document this fabulous journey I’m on. To force myself into some kind of conversation. To share my children with their far-away family. To make new friends and keep up with the old.
So, wave when you get a chance… there is certainly no pressure or pity on my end to deal with. Promise. It’s just me… thinking out loud again.
That being said, I have something very serious to discuss today. Can you help me identify this tree/bush/shrub? Despite my many years as an outdoor educator, my tree identifying skills are sadly lacking. Fail. The Boy has mentioned several times that he wants to rip the bush out, and I think he’s getting serious. I have refused. It’s a lovely bush. It’s wild and unruly. It fills a large open space between the porch and the pole barn. I call it the Bee Bush because of the crazy hum that makes it alive in June when all the bees are working inside it. It smells heavenly… like I imagine honeysuckle would. But I don’t actually know what honeysuckle smells like, so I could be completely wrong here.
Please. Its life is in your hands. It’s next on The Boy’s ‘I’m Bored, Let’s Tear Something Up’ list. Identify it. Give it a name. Give it purpose. Save the tree!