To Blog or Not to Blog

I wrote a fabulous piece tonight.

...in my head.

It was written while sitting on my back deck on an infrequent night off. I was enjoying an early spring evening-an evening much deserved after all Mother Nature has thrown at us recently.

I was going to regale you with descriptions of my back yard: the trampoline that gave way to the ice storm, the view of the cow pasture, the beginnings of bird song, the clover that has taken over the lawn.

You'd have loved it-especially the part about the boys not using the tramp for jumping, but for sleeping bag camp-outs under the stars and how when we haul it to the dump that is what they'll miss most about it.

But I just can't get it from my head to my hand.

Then I figured I'd just run in the house and get my camera and cheat and show you with photos.

But I was too lazy for even that.

So you get nothing.

...I see a pattern developing here.