I have had several friends and family members call or e-mail and ask if I am okay. Yes, why?, I ask. It seems my blogging rhythm has been inconsistent. Maybe I have run out of things to say. No, that can't be it for I am a known rambler of words.
Here are my reasons for not blogging regularly:
1. The garden. Although the work is not finished, Greg the landscape guy and his workers do such a great job of clean-up at the end of everyday, that we find ourselves puttering about in the garden and then sitting on the deck sipping something cool and contemplating the horizon.
2. The aforementioned puttering continues to play havoc with my allergies and then I spend the next day sneezing and rubbing my eyes and taking my allergy medication.
3. The aforementioned allergy medication makes me very drowsy and every afternoon I find myself battling and losing the desire to take a nap. I have never been a napper, but I am lately.
4. The aforementioned nap is always accompanied by extremely vivid dreams that require elaborate retelling to my patient John.
Blogging is fun for me. I love the challenge of finding a photo to match my topic or vice versa. I enjoy the comments and e-mails and how my rambling blog topic was perceived by you, the readers. But sometimes the well run dry and I really have nothing new to share. We have been very busy this Spring with a variety of different activities and when I read through other blogs, it seems that our activities are pretty much the same as everyone else's. I do not want to bore you.
I didn't have my camera the other day when a perfect photo-op happened right in my own backyard. John and I were admiring that day's plantings in the back yard when a cart of golfers started shouting "Ginny!". It turned out that it was one of son Tim's friends who had just been hired by the company Tim works for. The friend and his golf partners walked over to our yard. The partners were Tim's boss and another new hire. I had met the boss before so we all sat down on our patio and chatted. John was passing out beers and sodas when I mentioned that wouldn't it be funny if Tim stopped by and saw "his people" having a beer in our backyard. They laughed and said that Tim was in the foursome following them. Two minutes later two golf carts drive off the fairway and into our yard and we had a full-fledged party going!
And that my friends is why we love living in this community.