The type of blogging that we do is similar to online journals, which just happen to be shared with friends. It’s a virtual recording of lives, and happenings, as in Dear blogging diary, today I’m sharing what is going on in our lives, and that kind of thing.
Blog on, blog long
As we build up our cache of blog posts, the consistent recording of events comes in handy when we need to remember something that the brain refuses to retrieve, like a dog told to fetch a ball, but running in the opposite direction. If your brain is anything like mine, frustrating enough it will bring back dirty socks, or a stick instead, leaving the ball where it lands. Thank goodness for blog posts.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to remember the weather 5 years ago in July when half the time I can’t remember what it was I walked into the room for just seconds ago. I think I was writing a blog post wasn’t I? So I’ve been dropping breadcrumbs, small subtle hints about the weather in many of my posts, tidbits about life, and events, without going into too many intense details.
If you are sweltering in the record breaking summer sun like we are, concerned about forest fires getting too close to home, and going through the driest summer ever seen, then you can understand the concern we have over keeping the gardens alive this summer.
Leaving a trail for Bambi
See, breadcrumbs, a whole entire loaf of them scattered in there….love it. This way I can go back and read about how wonderful a feeling it was to move up here, the excitement over getting our house, the first time the Boo showed up on our patio where we came from, and the time he chased the deer out of the front yard.
Deerly not so beloved
Right, I haven’t told you about that yet, have I? Early the other morning I opened the garage door so I could get a bit of gardening done before it got too hot, and Bootsie did his usual dash out to his favorite spot to under the truck. [Just for the record, he’s only there when we are with him, and we know where he is all of the time.]
Just as quickly as he went out, he came back in, tail huge, fur on his back all ridged up. There was a cute young buck in the front yard checking out the bird feeder, and it wasn’t the neighbor’s gardener, Boots wasn’t happy about it at all. I ran and got my camera, as Boots followed behind the deer, determined to see it off the property. Fearless little guy for a cat isn’t he?
Out darned deer, out!
Blog on…..Jen @ The Light Laughed