Today begins my second year of posting on “Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy”, my first blog created on WordPress.com on February 11, 2013 (https://lindaschaubblog.net/2013/02/11/walkin-writin-wit-whimsy/).
Yesterday I intended to salute myself on this monumental one-year anniversary of my blog, but decided that my 280th post would be an ode to that cutie-pie Shirley Temple instead. As I entered the blogosphere last February, I must admit I was a little nervous at first, having not engaged in writing anything more than my annual Christmas letters in over three decades. But, here I am, one year later, having amassed 280 posts and used up 11.28 megabytes of my allotted 13.312 megabytes of WordPress space. Who knew I was a wordsmith or that I had so much to say? Granted, pictures do hog alot of space, but when I sometimes scroll through all those blog posts, I am amazed at just how many words I’ve written during the course of the last year. I must buy more space soon as there are many more words to utter, situations to ponder and memories to share, though I’m sure any posts on the main subject matter of walking will have to wait awhile yet. I have walked one measly mile in 2014, but good things come to those who wait so I shall be patient. Hopefully the interjections of occasional “wit” and “whimsy” have lived up to the latter portion of my blog’s title.
My blog is an escape of sorts for me. My fingers fly on the keyboard and I can lose track of time as I relate my everyday encounters with people or critters while enjoying an extensive walk at Council Point Park or just a quick trip around the neighborhood. Blogging has also given me a golden opportunity to recount past events – sometimes happy, sometimes sad. Revisiting and recollecting simple, sweet days of carefree youth and sharing pictures from days long ago has been enjoyable, and at times bittersweet, because I have no family left, except for my little companion, Buddy, my mop-top canary. Reflecting on the past and recording it in my blog posts as to family members, to me is the equivalent of sitting next to a relative at the holiday dinner table and saying “hey, you remember when …”.
When I began my blog, and often throughout the months when I walked and wrote nearly every day, I secretly wondered if I could sustain the daily posts throughout the long Winter months. At the beginning of 2014, I even issued a caveat that perhaps now the holidays were over, the blog posts may be few and far between. Well I was premature in issuing that statement. Current events, additional holidays, and of course, the WEATHER, intervened along the way, thereby providing plenty more fodder for me to chatter about. Even today, Mother Nature took away the tedium of the trot outside, because as disenchanted as this writer is about the Winter weather, it was quite the sight to see a stand of beautiful, ice-encrusted trees reaching high toward the brilliant blue sky and the Heavens. There was just a split-second ray of sun on those crystalline branches, yet I felt privileged to have witnessed the splendor, because a few minutes later the sun dipped behind a cloud and all that remained were big old trees and a dreary setting of a drab sky and snow everywhere as far as the eye could see. I am not Pollyanna, nor do I wear rose-colored glasses, but I do try to enjoy Nature’s gifts. That said, I am indeed anxious for Winter to skedaddle so that I may begin walking with a spring in my step to embrace life and enjoy Nature’s little treasures during my daily escape to Council Point Park. I am closing this post with this quote which exemplifies what I believe in …
The essence of life is not in the great victories and grand failures, but in the simple joys.
~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie ~