I may be many things, but a consistent blogger is not one of them.  At least, not writing it all down.  On a daily basis, I write in my head.  Sometimes things I believe to be quite good, but it disappears and I would most of the time rather not bother putting it all down.  Life is a candle and sometimes the kindle is brief.

 

Throughout the days I have filled it with a new world business and in the social distancing line of Home Depot, I find I am not alone.  Inside the store I am filled with anticipation as we plan our next purchase for the planter box project in the backyard.  My dreams are full of herbs and vines growing into a physical space, and I can’t wait until they are ripe with fruit to touch and taste.  Texture paints my thoughts.

 

At home I find myself baking things I have never baked.  Cooking has become bolder and more frequent.  I am astounded by the quality of free thought and DIY videos on the internet, and I subscribe, I follow, retweet, and repost.  I have become the ultimate follower as I spend the day dreaming or doing until the time I do.  I am making my own yeast from fruit, water, and excitement.  I have no time to stop and blog.

 

It is easy for time to collapse and the hours topple over themselves and melt like wax.  I stay grounded only for the zoom meetings I have to go to, and I sigh with the thought of studying for some proctored exam I have waiting at the end of the week.  I push that thought into tomorrow and replace it with ideas on where’s the next hike where I can see the wonder of nature that surrounds me.  

 

The Cliffs calls to me, even with the fear of falling over their jagged edges as long as I can see the Sea!. Instagram shots are waiting outside the door.  The world may be in a state of pandemic, but for many it has become a state to explore.  

 

Blogging time is now over. 

  

Don’t worry, I may return again to blog another day.