I'm Back

It's been awhile.  I'm not absolutely certain of why I stopped blogging.  Could be that I've started doing Facebook more -- not so much posting there, but reading all the trivia, watching the cute cat videos and "liking" the many (both sublime and inane) things that were likable.  This has taken a huge swath of my free computer time.  It's easier (much less thought required) than blogging.  Facebook is a bit like sitting down with a glass of wine and watching Project Runway:  enjoyable but not terribly productive or substantial.

It also could have something to do with the fact that the summer has been has dreadfully, depressingly dry as feared after yet another rainless winter.  I lost my enthusiasm for writing about Frogpond when all there seemed to write about was how the pond was now a crater of dried, cracked mud, the willows and cottonwoods were yellowing and dropping leaves and the turtles and frogs were nothing but distant memories.  The well is failing as the water table drops.  It is a struggle keeping the trees and gardens going -- all the plants are regularly stressed and drooping as I can't water any of them as often as they need.  I run myself ragged trying.  I'm tired of seeing dusty leaves slowly turning brown and dropping.  It's not fun to watch; less fun to write about and (I'm sure) even less pleasant to read about.

That said, I've missed this blog.  I'm ready to come home to it.  Ready to embrace the sad for what it is.  Ready to look for the loveliness amidst all the dust and dryness.  Ready to write!

Flowering Amaranth

The birdbath

Ripening Pomegranates

Today something sad happened at Frogpond.  I'm not ready to tell the story -- not on the day I come back to blog.  It will wait until tomorrow.  For now, I'm glad to be back here.  Hello to anyone who still checks to see if Frogpond Chronicles is still around.  It is, and thank you so much for coming by!