For the mind, by nature stagey, welds its frame
Tomb-like around each little world of a day.
We jump from picture to picture and cannot follow
the living curve that is breathlessly the same.
— Louis Mac Neice / 1907-1963
What little world?
EACH LITTLE WORLD that collides with mine:
The world of interiors and exteriors; bibliophiles; china and dishing; feasts and fests; food; flowers and gardens; material possessions and textile obsessions; worldly goods and bads.
Your worlds and mine.
Let the collision begin.
The collision began exactly two years ago today when I accidentally posted the above. Though collision is certainly not the right word for what's happened in the intervening time. Melding, merging, meeting, revealing, overlapping, sharing all come much closer to the always amazing, sometimes annoying, blogging experience.
In the beginning — when only Mark and a couple of friends were reading the blog — I posted daily; sometimes even twice a day. It seemed easy compared to putting out two editions of a daily newspaper as I did in my pre-blogging life. I considered the blog to be more colorful versions of the myriad topics I covered in print.
When I met a number of garden bloggers in person in Chicago in 2009, some of them suggested that a successful blog has to have a focus, consider just one topic, stay on task. During the summer months, the focus is the garden because that's where you will usually find me. But not always.
While I love to garden and write about it, I was adamant about art and reading, passionate about politics and history, fascinated by food, fashion and fiber long before I ever picked up a trowel. In fact, I came to gardening through Elizabethan embroidery. Thus, to limit my blog to gardening would be to limit my life.
The best part of this blogging journey has been discovering a world of others whose pursuits are equally deep and diverse. Some of you I've known for years in my pre-blog life, some of you I've met in person post-blog and some of you are dear commenters who I hope to someday meet. I picture you when I write, when I decide what to write, and when I wait to discover if I plucked a shared string.
So thank you all, but especially Susan, Nicole and Julie in Chicago; Barbara in Ithaca and Barbara H.; Altoon in Vt., Martha in N.J., Doris in Bloomington, Impatient Erin, Lisa at Greenbow, JCB in D.C., Sara, Nora, Susan T. and Madison friends too numerous to mention.
