|Working for honey|
Last June I pressed ‘publish’ for the first time and my life changed, perhaps forever. Little did I imagine that by the very last day of the year I would have made a hundred posts.
My thoughts were then, that I would make two posts a month, max! Blogger ‘Shirl’ warned me, don’t let it take over your life! She warned me not to neglect my garden to manage my blog! Two new words have entered our family vocabulary, ‘blogbore’ and ‘blogweed’. The latter has become a generic term for ‘neglecting the garden to manage the blog!’ I deny that I have!
My learning curve has been steep. As a web dinosaur I knew nothing about blogging. Things like links were as big a mystery to me as to the rest of my generation. I had done my first few posts before I knew that if I clicked a coloured word in the text of my own post it sent me somewhere out in the ether. A friend had faithfully followed my blog for eighty posts before he learned that if he clicked ‘comments’ he could have his own say.
I was advised that I should promote my blog by making comments on other web-sites. Once I discovered I could, with huge effort, pass the robot test - and even that I could have another try if I failed - I was away. I now look back with some disquiet at my earlier strident comments in other places. I should have signed myself Victor Meldrew!
Clearly I had help. I would like to thank my two dear friends Cathi and Harry who held my hand, designed the site graphics and edited and placed my first posts.
Part of my learning curve has been with regard to the site archive. My mental image was of a dusty place that no-one visited. I thought that posts just languished there and, although digitally preserved, had really gone forever, just like old books cluttering the bookcases around our house. Not so, and it has been fascinating to see in the google blogger statistics how old posts continue to live. Some posts soar high quite quickly, some like my glyphosate series are ‘slow burners’ where ‘hits’ build up steadily, and some are just duds!
Right from the beginning everyone said that wildlife pictures are popular. How right they were! This suits me fine. Not only do I love animals, but I was anxious to explain how I create wildlife habitats by my minimum cultivation methods and the use of glyphosate. Without this chemical management tool I could not maintain five acres of rich wildlife habitat in my
|Poetry in motion|
|Let me go!|
Harry rescued this beauty trapped in my garage and while the hawk remained quiet, confident and defiant in his grip, Brenda and I could not contain our enthusiasm as we snapped away. We still cannot agree who took the best pictures. Here he is a few days later- still in charge!
|King of the castle|
The Open day photographic competition brought in some very fine entries. Very special thanks to the husband and wife team Martyn and Lesley Webster.
When Sue Doherty started her new blog 'Chicken Whisperer', the play on words with Whistling ducks was too much to resist. Sue’s recent post is shear genius!
|The one that got away|
I was sorely tempted to enter the Bishop of Llandaff (with his little goatee beard), for the recently vacant Archbishop’s post. On further reflection I decided that the blog might not go down very well at the palace.
I could not resist taking a picture of one of my ‘babies’ from my old Bolton Percy garden.
The black panther did not bite.
The Lily beetle created a few gasps - of horror!
|The ghost of posts to come|
I have waited a long time to publish this picture. The end of the year might be just the right place!