Well,
Blogger is telling me I have 299 postings or as I prefer ponderings,
so I thought the next better be a good one. 300 in seven years. Who
would have thought when I created this blog I would still be tacka
tacka tacking after seven years. In fact this is me first post by
The Pond. I kid you not. Pondering today I thought alrighty Cheryl
why not take the lappie out and write instead of journalling then
wandering away to do something else. And so I have. I have actually
remained in one place! The battery is “suppose” to last 6 hours
and it will be dark in 3 so I figure I'm safe. Mind you in this
light I see way too many peanut butter smears and crumbs so a good
cleaning is in store. See what I mean about wandering. Now on to
the celebration.
I built
The Pond 12 years ago when I became bored with my garden. As most
gardeners do, they reach a certain point where they need to dig,
realign a border, transplant one area to another. Tis a terrible
disease we suffer from but we do recover only when we dig again. We
are creators after all. A garden is about nourishing and growth and
mine had reached its pinnacle so it was time for something new.
Gardeners should never be bored ;)
The Pond
has brought me such joy and a renewed respect for Mother Nature and
her hissy fits. As a woman I can relate. I've watched frogs be
reborn in spring after hibrination, a wee snapper seeking solace from
the tumultuous river, to the most colourful birds bringing their
babies in for a bath. It's a playground for creatures and one I
highly recommend for anyone with a garden. Get thee a pond! Or a
birdbath, any thing to draw in nature and your soul will be rewarded.
When I
created Ponderings from The Pond it was a site where I could e-mail
the link to friends and family so I wouldn't make them wonder
what's she gotten into now with midnight e-mails from The
Princess of The Pond. Unfortunately for them I had figured out how
to change me e-mail ID and had a wee of a time with it. I'm sure
there are a few classics still residing in In-boxes or WTF Folders,
and you know who you are.
As I sit
here I'm surrounded with soft chortles from wee frogs bouncing off
the water lettuce, the crickets chorus or Chanson des Cigalles along
the fence, the bbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrr of Petit La Rouge warning Black Bart
not to steal anymore of his stashed walnuts; and McChipster running
through me feet gathering apples. Not one lawn mower is running this
eve, though it's early and neighbour OMD hasn't arrived after his
shift. But he is another story.
I was
new to blog land but soon picked up a few followers. I delighted in
their comments and I soon learned how to comment in return. It
wasn't easy with an out of date pooter and a rotary connection
(between 6 and 7pm was the best time when everyone was off line and
having supper as I told meself) but I continued on. I miss those
mates, June from Oz who declared me a “strong poet” that took me
by surprise as I've always said I just ponder; Eric from Ruminations
who soon became a good blogging buddy; and Speedy, o the fun we had;
Robert who is an amazing poet but doesn't realize it; Dan who wrote
the most wonderful senryu; Cath another wonderful poet; Ray who
painted a portrait of me after reading one haiku and that painting
resides in me home; and I will never forget Khaled's poem when a
Ladybug whispered to him. They were great support but sadly have
disappeared and so I refuse to update my followers list in a way it's
to pay homage to them.
One
woman who has been with me from day one is Michelle at RamblingWoods. We still go back and forth and anyone who reads this I
ask you to visit her site. She is an amazing woman with more
information about nature then you will ever be able to comprehend.
Thelma Mossy on the side bar comes from Michelle and in a way it's
spot on. Thank you Michelle for being here.
I've
joined a few sites over the years but after a disastrous to do I
learned to approach with caution. I gave it me all but it was not to
be. I felt I wrote a few momentous tales with its prompts but after
asking for payment to post, that ship went down in flames. That was
such a sad day and a lesson learned. A haiku site I was involved
with ceased and deleted all previous links, which was a shame. I felt
contributors were tossed aside as if we were dirt. Haiku Horizons
is one I feel at home with. Robert has picked up the gauntlet and
laid it at our feet. Thank you.
One of
the positive notes is I self published a book last year. Ponderings
from The Pond given to family and friends. It contains most of this
blog but other poetry and tales as well. That was a true labour of
love and took me nearly a year to make it just right. I was near
blind editing and re-editing and re-re-editing it and still a few
oopsies were made. Though it cost me dearly I have never regretted
it. It's a part of me, and copies reside in the National Library of
Canada. Me and me ponderings will live on after I'm physically
gone.
I now
look out at the garden and sigh, I will miss this in a few months.
There is such greenery from hostas, ferns, violas, goats beard, toad
lillies, penny worts to name only a few. Colour is far and few
between but that's me nature in the garden. As long as it is green I
will inhale. The only true colour is in spring when daffy's bloom
and laugh at the sun, other than that mine is one of ooommm, a
calming garden. I need that after the day, where I can relax and
breath besides Miss Moss is me name after all.
After 7
years which way I think Ponderings will sail? Only straight forward,
onward and upwards as I say. As a fan of animation there is a great
scene from Peter Pan where their ship sails through the clouds and I
am always in awe when I see it. So as long as I breath there will be
posts, some far and few between but I always check in. I envy those
who post every day. How do you find the time?
I have
great ideas and photographs for posts but after spending 8 hours
working with pooters then tending the house and garden I am pooped.
Ponderings will remain posted on weekends when I have time. Then
again winter will soon be here and the forecast is for a long snowy
winter. Am I happy? Hell no but that is life at The Pond.
