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Blog, Blog, Blog! What is it really?

Well, I really thought I was on a roll with the herbs and had a doozy of a story to share about my next one but things got away from me this weekend and I went into a little panic attack over not having the time to create the corresponding page on the website for the herb I had chosen. The family needed me and as it turned out, I needed time with them as well. Sometimes when you shift your priorities unexpectedly, you find out that your priorities actually needed to be shifted. I had a great weekend and I'm not sad at all that I didn't accomplish all that was on my "to-do" list. It will get done. But, the point of this is that there is a great thing about having your own blog. It's mine and I can do what I want, when I want and how I want.


So, down the rabbit hole I went, thinking about what could I write about this weekend with the limited time. Easy peasy! I'll write about my blog and why I decided to do it. Of course, I want it to relate to gardening in some form or fashion, but I also want to memorialize my life by sharing stories and experiences I've had and am having. In general, I'm a pretty boring person. Sort of an introvert. I don't really like large crowds. I prefer small intimate gatherings rather than large parties. I like my peace and quiet most of the time. And I think that's a big reason why I get so much out of gardening.


Gardening is only a smart part of myself that I hope to share. I want my kids and grandkids to look back on this blog and remember me with a smile and maybe learn things about me that they didn't know. Sort of, writing my book without actually writing a book. No organization by chapter, no one story to share. Just bits and pieces of my life that will hopefully spark a sense of joy.


I've never been good a journaling either. So weird, too. I'm actually not good at writing anything down (LOL). So, this blog is also helping me to create a behavior that many in the psychology field would say is good for anyone. Put your feelings on paper and you can deal with them better. Hmmmm, time will tell.


Another thing I referenced earlier is ownership. I own this and it's really the first time I've owned something 100% to myself. I get to call the shots, do what I want, ask for advise only if I want. It's liberating in a sense that I've never felt before.


My entire life I have been someone that took care of others first. Growing up, it was my little sister. Mom worked nights and Daddy was home but it was up to me to get her bathed and in bed and it was up to me to get her up in the morning and off to school. I constantly had to watch out for her and keep her out of trouble. It was my job and I'm not even sure that my parents ever asked me or made me do it. I just did it even as we got into our teen years.


Later, when I started having kids of my own, they became my focus. Oh, sure I went through moments in time where I was self-centered and self-absorbed. That's another story for another day. But, being a mom was the most important job I've every had and I loved it.


Now, I'm at the stage of life where planting seeds, whether in the garden or here on this blog, is my life and I get the luxury of calling the shots. This seed goes here. That seed goes there. But, the important thing is planting the seeds to grow and nourishing them in the best environment possible. I look at the world through different eyes now because of my kids and grandkids.



I want them to grow up in a happy world full of beauty and joy. I want them to know the simple things needed to survive and how to spread kindness the same way plants spread.


At this point, I plan to return to my series on herbs. Like I said, I've got a great story to share. But, who knows? I may be called to do something different and if I am, you'll have to wait to hear about the hubs and the one herb he hates but I actually love for many reasons.



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