Is this post not what you thought it might be? No late-harvest vegetables or farmer's market pictures, just these fantastic beings - wheel bugs (Arilus cristatus) - that caught my eye one day in October along the bike path. It was such a find, and I literally spotted them hanging off of a stalk from feet away, they were so big. Of course, there were two, it turned out, and look at the multi-tasking feat they were pulling off...
|can you still see the bee?|
Remember the bee? Ha ha, no longer. These are pierce-and-suckers and they were in fine form! I fell way behind the others I was walking with. This kind of thing makes me so deeply happy.
Really, it does not take much to make me feel alive.
This writing-every-day thing might be too much for me. First, I am not a great planner when it comes to writing. It just...happens...or it doesn't. And oh, the self-judging. I find myself evaluating my stories - most of them of the mothering-homeschooling genre, naturally - and finding them lacking a good clean finish, a button, "and so I learned the most valuable thing about the totally freaking horrible day we just had! I feel so blessed that our day was so horrible!!" If they end still mired in the horrible, who is going to want to read them?? There are days when I think I won't ever write another post because if I did it would be full of language that my most loyal reader - my mom - would cringe to read. Faced with the daily writing, I'm running up against at least a few hours worth of cringe-worthy material. We'll see where this gets me. I suspect I'll either stick to my goal and you'll read a whole lot of crap with a few aha moments jammed in there - or you won't! - or I'll take a bit more time to find the way to say the things that are floating around in here. For any dear someone who is still reading this seven-year-old blog at this point, you deserve a well-written post or two!
As you might have surmised, I have challenged myself to write a post every day this month. Shoo, what was I thinking?