Funny how we get out of the swing of things. What was once second nature becomes more of a challenge when it's been a long time. Or so I discovered when I hauled out my proper big camera. Flat battery. No SD card. Computer needed re-booting before it would read the SD card. You get the idea.
The instant gratification of using my phone camera. Of posting on Instagram. Of brief captions. Of course it is easier.
But I miss the long form of blogging. The way that somehow my blog marked my little place in the world and gave me the chance to work out who I was and what I thought, particularly in those years of early motherhood, when everything I thought I knew somehow got tested and transformed by the presence of extra humans with their needs and their lessons. The discipline of writing helped me organise my thoughts and gave me a space to capture things that were so fleeting and day to day, that if I didn't have a written record of them, they would certainly be lost. And somehow I must have known that this space was a good thing to come back to, because I've kept it safe here, in blog mothballs all this time.
Today in the garden it was definitely Spring and forgotten treasures are emerging.
