I don’t really plan on blogging—not, at least, the way serious bloggers do. Partly it’s because I’m too slow a writer, too painstaking. It would be a slog, and the other things I love to do are too important to me.
But now and then—sure. Maybe then I’ll tell you about my chickens or the weather or the condition of my larder. Or what my tracking club found out by the marsh or what Lilia—my granddaughter, all of four months old, is up to.
Or how to … oh dear, I feel it coming on again. Too many stories, too little time.