Start, dammit

"You're going to post something on your new blog today," I said to myself upon arising. I came up with the idea for my blog weeks ago, created it a few days ago, have posted nothing. Coffee at hand, hours passed, as I researched themes, blog platforms, other blogs. I can research a topic to death, to exhaustion, until it takes me far, far away from where I stared. Today, just today, I will stay on task. I will stay with this simple theme on Blogger. I can make it fancy, complex, let my perfectionist tendencies go wild later, right?

It is winter. In my garden in the Santa Cruz mountains in California (Bonny Doon) there is plenty still blooming, and every few days I pick something, plunk it in a vase or other container, and photograph it. Later, I will play with the idea of bouquets, the concept of vases and whatever arcane ideas come to mind or mood. But today, just to get started, I'm going to share with you a picture of me holding a bouquet in 2007. I e-mailed this to a neighbor of my mother, a good friend, Wilma. I sent it to her as a Mother's Day greeting. When the garden is crazy with bloom in spring and summer, it makes me lonely; I want to share it. Sometimes the only way is to take a picture and pass it along.

Sharing the bounty, electronically