I used to worry about it, that is, I used to worry about my lack of enthusiasm for gardening and how to reconcile it with my need for a pleasant, leafy outdoor space . I've long since stopped worrying about it. I'm just going with the garden's flow, it seems to know what it's doing. It's a pleasant place to be, there is a quince tree after all.
I've been worrying about this blog too. I've been worrying that I don't feel as inclined to blog as much as I once did. Why? I have no idea. I haven't run out of things to say or to photograph. I'm not overwhelmed by work, domestic crises, worry, ill health or any other valid reason for not blogging. Maybe the novelty of being a blogger has worn off, maybe I just can't be bothered.
Blogging should not be a chore and just at the moment it feels like a chore, just like the garden once did. So as with the garden, I'm going with the flow. I have no intention of abandoning this blog, I like it, like my garden it is a pleasant place to be even if I'm not there as often as I once was. Maybe I'll be back full of enthusiasm tomorrow, or maybe I won't blog again until next month, I'll just have to see where the flow takes me.
Blogging Without Obligation