It is quiet around the blogging world, isn't it, and it is quiet here too. I am just listening to "Blowing in the wind" on some tv programme..... you remember it, don't you? My past coming to life again.
The weather is confused today. Rain, sun, thunder, rain, sun all within a 5 minute period. The roads look as though they are on fire, with the steam rising from them in the sun.
Back to the quietness. I rather like it. I know I so enjoy reading all your posts, but, in a way, it delights me when there is nothing new posted, because I have a sneaking suspicion that you are all out there living. Really living. Having fun, travelling about, playing, gardening, enjoying the summer and the warm weather, watching your families grow. (Unless you are dodging the rain here, of course.)
I can't think of anything better. There is probably laughter, loads of smiles, and a bucket full of happiness involved too, in this picture of mine.
You see, the quietness is also a way of having permission to not post all the time. To not feel any guilt. Obligation. To walk past the computer and head for the garden. To pick up a book and the sunshade and sit out in the fresh air. To take 29,769 photos of your garden and wonder at the way things grow. To toss charcoal briquettes onto the grid in the bbq and light a real fire. The smell is of summer, isn't it. None of the gas thingys here, let me add. I like real bbqs!
I know that there are people out there, friends who I blog with and love dearly, who are not having the most glorious of times. There are people struggling, and hurting, and they too stay silent, but for so many very valid reasons. I wish things were different.
I am using the opportunity to be quiet. And the quietness gives me an opportunity to listen instead. Summer gives us the chance to find a space somewhere in the garden, or house, or park or countryside, to be alone with our thoughts.
I have lost my train of thought about 6 times, and you know, I have tried to edit this to make it say what I intended and I just have not got the energy right now, so I will post and let it be. Sorry if I lost you somewhere in the middle!
I am off to look for somewhere quiet, and follow my own advice.
The discombobulated one.
PS: I wanted Federer to win. I like Roddick too, but hey, Roger is special.