On this date last year, there was ice underfoot. Today, just a chilly rain. I happen to know that because, thanks to my thoughtful husband, a second year of blogging has been bound between two covers. My 2015 book arrived yesterday.
It’s actually amazing to see the cumulative result of steady activity. A recipe or poem or observation on any given day doesn’t seem like much, and there are definitely days when I wonder why I make the effort, but to hold the memories in my hands is meaningful and very special.
I realized last summer when my granddaughter took the 2014 collection from my bookcase and sat reading some of the entries (She said that she liked the poems best!) that perhaps I was writing for her as well. I like providing the example that it’s possible to put your thoughts into writing, and that poetry is all around us.
It’s January. Just setting out on the journey that will take us through 2016. One day, and one blog, at a time.