Happy Blogiversary to Me

I just happened to notice this afternoon that it was four years ago today that I started this blog. At the time of my first blog post, I had just begun taking horticulture classes and getting serious about gardening. One of the main reasons I started blogging was frustration that a particularly rainy spring was preventing me from getting any gardening done. In the past year or so, it has been other pressures and obstacles that have kept me from gardening as much as I would like to, but the urge to garden remains. And although I’ve had my occasional dry spells with this blog, the urge to blog about gardening remains as well. Lately, I’ve been meeting more people through this blog and had some interesting opportunities come my way because of it. That’s all good, but it’s still about the garden first and foremost.
The first lines I wrote in this blog were the following:

There is something about starting a garden that makes one feel a little god-like. (The humbling days come further down the line.)

I was more prophetic than I realized, because the humbling days have been many. But the good days have been many too—days when the sun on my back feels warm and the soil moves through my fingers like a rich, dark, crumbly dough. And the blooms have been many as well, some of them, like an orchid or a lilac, as long-awaited as a child’s first steps. Having this blog to record those moments—all those wonderful, rewarding, or hair-tearing moments—makes the journey that much more worthwhile. To those who read this blog, whether you regularly visit or just occasionally stumble upon it, thank you for being a part of it.