I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?
I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.
Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.
Amethyst Angel š I usually swap my computer for whatever slightly used one someone gives me when they buy a new one. I use the swipe keyboard on my phone. Just because I am all thumbs doesn't mean they know how to type. I learned typing at school on typewriters so my fingers can't adapt to any new-fangled ways.
Makes sense. I cut my technological teeth on smartphones, so Iām used to finger typing on screens and can dispense with mice entirely. Perhaps you should swap your traditional laptop for a hybrid one with a multipurpose touchscreen and optional keyboard. My iPad has a Bluetooth keyboard with no mouse in sight.
I don't watch TV, but I do have a tendency to fall asleep while Mom's watching YouTube videos. There's something vaguely comforting about sleeping through voices, though I would never have thought of it that way when I was younger!
TiggyNixie š¦ I have lived New England winters all my life. Sometimes they are quite exciting with blizzards like in 1969 or 1978. I remember the ice storm in May of 1977. I always liked shoveling and as kids, we used it as an income stream. My mother was from Maine and my father was from the even colder Canada. I guess it's what you are used to. And spring is a muddy, windy, soggy trickster. I think I prefer winter.
Our spring goes the same, here today, gone tomorrow. Usually by April winter stops interrupting, but I wouldn't put the snow shovel away until May, just to be safe.
Tiggy I lived in Maine for 7 years and traveled to the New England states frequently. Maine was more about cold, -20 degrees, but sometimes snow fell to such heights it covered my car. Since we had two cars, we waited for the warm weather to free it.
A friend of mine lived in Maine and he told me about the winters in New England. I live in old England and it's nothing like that here. We didn't even see snow this year - come to think of it, the last time we had proper snow, the kind that has to be shovelled and doesn't just melt by lunchtime, was in like 2009.
We had a couple of days of Spring last week. The temperatures reached pleasant levels and the sun was shining. Today it's grey and miserable again. The plants in the garden got tricked into sticking their heads out of the ground and I really hope the temps don't dip below freezing again!
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