Sue's World

Blog Neglect

I just found out that neglecting your blog is worse than neglecting your garden.  With a garden, the flowers get choked out by weeds.  With a blog, you get a ton of spam comments on a variety of topics in a variety of languages.  Pretty creepy to read about nude pictures of celebrities in comments on old posts.  Okay....those have been reported as spam and deleted.

Who knew?

 

Proof Positive I've Been Neglectful

Today I decided to dust off the 'ole blog but hit a snag.  I couldn't remember my password!  It's not been *that* long since I last posted but in today's world of having to keep track of dozens of passwords my mind went blank.

Fits and Starts

Why is that every time I get some momentum I stop writing for a day and before I know it a week or two has passed by.  Grrr....

Today I feel like I had a chance to catch my breath.  Last weekend we were busy with hubby's family as folks came from across the country for a family wedding.  And this weekend was the start of all sorts of new stuff.  So today I finally got to do some stuff that I've been meaning to do.  That includes catching up here!

 

Guest Gardener?

I subscribe to Green Thumb's newsletter.  It's my favorite nursery.  This last week they had a little blurb about inviting folks to be guest gardeners who might submit articles.  I took the bait and wrote to them saying I'd be interested.  We'll see where that leads.

I've also been thinking about creating a new gardening blog.  Maybe switching to another blogging platform and having a standalone URL so it's not my name/typepad.  I have to think about that a little more and do some more research on Word Press, the software I'm thinking about going to.  Well, that's food for thought. 

Found Something From September, 1995

I decided to do a little cleaning up on my computer.  I create files and then just leave them there.  I got my first computer in Spring 1995 and this "gem" is from that year.  It's about the pet rabbit I had for over 8 years.  My beloved Blackjack was a character and some of that is captured in this silly little poem. 

I wake up in the morning, and do a little dance.

I start to bite my cage, I end up in a trance.

I need to go potty but I dare not in my cage.

I really need to go, especially at my age.

 

I’m trying to wake my mommy, will she ever come?

I may be just a bunny, but clearly I’m not dumb.

I make more noise than ever, surely she will hear.

She’ll stumble out of bed-she won’t be seeing clear.

 

There she is; she’s coming; I start to hop with joy.

Is she happy?  Is she mad?  I start to think “oh boy”!

But she is still my mommy and to her I am so dear.

Hurry up and let me out-be prepared to stand clear!

 

She unlatches the cage-I am soon to be free.

Get out of my way - so I can go pee!

I hop to the corner, a comfortable place.

(Mommy tires of cleaning the same old space).

 

She’s altering my pattern; I’m carried to the door.

No longer am I squatting on her clean kitchen floor.

I’m out in the yard, where a bunny should be.

I wonder what kind of predators are spying on me.

 

Soon I can appreciate the wonderful outdoors.

I get to munch on leaves; scattered around in scores.

Mommy is inside; keeping a careful eye on me.

Making sure I’m safe and not trying to get free.

 

My tummy is now full, it is time for a nap.

Dreaming of some orange juice that I’m allowed to lap.

When I awake, I am ready to come in.

Mommy’s at the door, receiving me with a grin.

 

I know she’ll always love and take care of me.

I love to entertain her, it’s clear to see.

I thank her with a hand lick and a quick little nibble.

She rewards me with that juice - it’s hard not to dribble!

 

The life of a bunny - it’s all that I know.

I am very special - Mommy tells me so.

Now I’ve met you and I think that you’re sweet.

Come on, pretty please, I’d like a little treat!