The Sorry Gardener

I hate it when bloggers I follow just up and stop posting. It leaves a little hole in my life where the narrative of their life belongs.

And when you write a blog, you naturally hold the narrative of it in your head—what you’ve said, what you want to say. So if you don’t say anything for a while, sometimes it’s hard to find your voice again.

Lately, I’ve thought a lot about the narrative of my blog. Even though I’ve been posting sporadically, I haven’t really said anything for a long time—pretty much since back when I quit using words.

Words and I had a little tussle this winter, and they hightailed it the hell out of Dodge for a while. Since words have always been my friends, I pretended that my feelings weren’t hurt and played with the new kid in town, the camera. And I painted the kitchen. I painted the kitchen a few times.

But, eventually, the words missed me as much as I missed them and they finally began slinking back, tail between legs. I lovingly pat each one on the head as they straggle in, so they don’t go away again.

The funny thing is, even without words, I still talked to you in my head. Yeah, I know it’s really just me talking to myself, but now I think of it as talking to you.

So, as spring awakens, The Sorry Gardener is crawling out of bed, too. No more Snooze button. There may not be an abundance of words in every post, since we’re still patching things up. But in a pinch, I have all of those garden photos piling up—and they say something too, in their own wordless way.

See you soon.

In the meantime, check out the other Awakening photos at Gardening Gone Wild.