|This morning's nasturtium flower with dewdrops|
The proverb is of French origin and was used by the French novelist Alphonse Karr (1808-90). It also appears in George Bernard Shaw's 'Revolutionist's Handbook' (1903) (From answers.yahoo.com).Who knew? And more than that, who cares? Well, I do, and there's the rub. I need to find my way through the thicket of comments that I received from my post expressing some dissatisfaction with my blog. Nobody can ever know for certain how one is received, and I learned that for at least a few of my followers, I am NOT boring and repetitive, which was my main concern. That, and the anxiety I have felt lately when writing about my daily life that I am missing an opportunity. Unfortunately, I can't express it any better, since I don't know just what that opportunity might be.
Perhaps the way forward for me is to remember that I can't really make any mistakes here, except by allowing my old ways of thinking and acting to inhibit what's trying to emerge. Writing from my heart instead of from my head is a good start. I'll try to remember that. One thing I know: I won't be writing more often, since every post takes a while to compose and nothing annoys me quite as much as getting lost in a thread, like I did with the proverb above. I frittered an hour away before I could even START writing.
And so what if I get nowhere? I'm going to flail around here for a bit, maybe, and it's possible that I won't get anywhere new. The more things change...
~~~I've finished my front porch flower garden. I cheated a bit by going to the Farmers' Market today and buying a couple of pre-made gardens. A lady at the market creates the prettiest artistic arrangements, with stuff she's collected from secondhand stores and fills with plants and flowers. One of my purchases is an old basket, maybe it was an Easter basket, and the other is a recycled colander filled with succulents. The basket contains petunias, coleus, and some unidentified flowers, all with lots of growing to do for the summer. I'm enchanted and already enjoy them.
|Basket behind, colander in the foreground|
|The view from my chair|