During my three years of writing this Web log, I've dug a lot of holes, planted and pruned, blogged a lot of stories in Connecticut and Georgia. The experience has taught me more about how I garden and why I garden than I could have known when I filed my first post (on mosses) in 2011.
Much of that teaching has come from comments by other bloggers and gardeners, along with readers who do not blog. Or garden. I read each one, feeling the kinship, support and connections born in cyberspace, shared in the heart.
Too, I've learned a lot from the act of writing, which keenly focuses one on the subjects we write about – a truth made clear over and over in my decades as a journalist.
Now, it's time for me to stop blogging and go on gardening in the spaces I'm building here in Marietta, Georgia. Time to go to the kitchen and practice more sourdough. Do more reading; I'm tired of the steely stares from all those books I've gathered, stacked, cracked open but not read.
No, I do not expect to gain time; it goes too fast and ever faster no matter how we use it. I am simply rearranging it, hoping the way I'll spend it will be as satisfying as the last three years have been.