I used to blog regularly..
Now it is coming full-circle. Writing again. Correction-- blogging again.Writing is part of my creative expression, as well as self-styled therapy: if I don't write a large part of me is missing or out-of-sync.
Same goes with exercising, be it running distance or hiking, climbing. Even gardening is a therapeutic form of (low-level) exercise. Not to mention goes hand-in-hand with diet-- eating right. KNOWING what Biskit is consuming; or what choices I have to let Mrs. Greengrocier make for me.
Kyddryn does the shopping for Casa de Crazie, so there is little doubt you'll eat right. The choices I don't have to make leave me free to continue learning what possibilities can be grown in Cool- or cold-weather: winter and fall. Gardening... that's a good place to start. The seasons are constantly changing. Consistent hot summers I enjoy-- I grew up in Texas where hot and hotter were your seasonal variants; in Ga. I have the same garden Zone (7) as in Texas but similarities end there: consistent change. Change locales, and everything changes as far as the garden grows-- soil being the primary focus to start, then with latitude comes weather variation. Summers areas hot in Redneck Central, but not so prolonged; okra in Houston can go in the ground and stay all but three months. Not so in Jaw-ghuh, where local lore says wait 'till post-Ostara, or more accurately Easter, so not harvesting in May but putting in.
On the other hand, those cooler months give opportunity to a hardy and hale soul willing to brave the frigid air to grow Mrs Greengrocier's turnips, broccoli, cabbages-- all manner of fodder fit for family-friendly farming. {HA! Ever wonder why alliteration begins with an vowel? No digression tonight, but I hadda ax.}
Thus the differences necessitate more change- not necessarily a bad thing, given you\i quit learning, i/you quit growing. In this instance literally as well as figuratively. Quit growing--'specially turning the corner on 50 years on Erte this cool-weather season-- and Little Boy Bleu;slookin' at a lot more loss than he cares to develop resources to deal wit! Keep the plates full literally, and figuratively sustain the consumption of the issues needed to be consumed before they consume.
Like writing. Consumed by reading comments before work every morn in Houston was substituted for by f/b after the first Summer in Georgia. And while a good amount of you are part of the social media, few sorely missed aren't "mini-posters"; F/B is a substitute lacking... well, lacking substance-- that creative display that returns deeper dividends from commenters' deeper interest in sharing with a hand-full of writers' lives versus hands-full of comments from folk with not so much common interests. I mean sure-- racking up 'Followers' is nice, but you share a deeper interest in personal matters; I-- WE, my partner Kiki and me, we still prep; on fleecebloke, prepping means primarily turning your tv to be the first to 'trending' now about the hottest program! Through blogger I can focus more on growing my garden, and learning through you, grow stronger, better more variety, more quickly.
Look, I have to come full-circle. I met a wonderful woman on blogger, right there in the comments section.Those of you who followed me/her our story' know I moved shortly thereafter to Ga, to start a new life with her.
That curtailed my blogger because part of the socializing got REAL, and I got more gardening to do :D More room to grow. all kinds of kind ways. I get to talk to a live writer where we discussed with passion what we'd used to type, or text or phone-talk. All viable substitutes but NOTHING like the real changes reality chanced to see constant in my ever-developing life.Walking the talk, I've called and heard others call it. And to be honeest, I miss her wwriting. I miss daily discussions that help me-- we, US-- grow. I gotta go full-circle ILike the sun, and the seasons. To grow more. I-- WE-- get to help home-school a new beautiful prepper-Biskit, a daughter who is as much momma and papa as she is her namesake: Freedom. Saoirse Peearl helps me garden. I get to help her grow.Literally. And yes, for the third time, figure I'll say it:figuratively. I get to grow more at 50 than most men half my age ever will.Writing is hard work; I'll knock the rust off and create more in the near future. [Speaking of, I spent last night writing a piece about TIME, titled The Time Is Now. But it wasn't time there to publish it here; it's still out there, where in the Blue Nowhere is anybody's guess.:Blogger and google changed so much that I HAVE to re-learn a new skill set.]
Just like the title says-- More of the same-- changes:P
Slainte, folks. Good to be back, growing. For me, with you
