Monday, 18 May 2009
I switch on the laptop this evening, fully intending to explain what I have been doing since I wrote my previous post, nearly three weeks ago, and WOW – I HAVE 40 FOLLOWERS! I could cry with happiness. Let me explain: I began to write ‘Wild Somerset Child’ in November 2008 because I was commissioned to produce a magazine article on ‘creating a gardening blog’. As always, I research, I sample, I experiment. I created a simple one using the apple-mac ‘iWeb’ facilities already at my disposal, and also casually mentioned other blog hosting programs. I complete and submit the article – the usual two months ahead of publication date; and then I think to myself, “I have recommended ‘Blogger’ and perhaps I had better get to grips with it.” Oh what cold feet … I was petrified: supposing no-one read what I posted, and readers logged on and I was found wanting.
And so began a love-affair with cyberspace; with dear people I have got to know from around the globe because they have so kindly looked at my postings, made comments, and added themselves to a list of followers. When I began, I was so afraid that no-one would ‘follow’ – and now I have reached that magical figure (akin to a 40th birthday - and mine was over thirty years ago). I feel as if I have arrived.
So thankyou to everyone who sufficiently believes in what I write to tag onto the list; and hello today to Claire, my 40th follower (a talented and gifted UK garden designer who was to have figured in today’s intended posting, and will do so when I return to what I had planned for this evening), and hello also to ‘follower 39’ whose name/blog-link I cannot discover. I have been a poor blog-friend since I began my postings: meticulously organised when it comes to ‘work’, I am totally disorganised in personal affairs, so I apologise if I have offended any follower from 1-38 by not saying ‘hello’ and ‘thankyou’.
As to the significance of the photo: my beloved Malvern Hills to which I return three times a year to review and write articles on events occurring at ‘TCAS’ – the showground of the ‘Three Counties Agricultural Society’. Until my next posting, the hills will have to suffice, for it grows late and I have been writing all day.