As you might have gathered if you have been kind enough to drop in here over the past month, I seem to be having various ish-yoos with blogging this year. It’s not that I don’t want to write: many posts are begun in my head. For some reason, however, they are not reaching the finished and published stage. I am trying to work out the reasons for this, and what to do about it. It is, I think, a mixture of health problems, an ambivalence of attitude, and other distractions. I’m sure many – most? – other bloggers encounter the same sort of thing from time to time.
I have not forgotten the pleasure afforded by regular blogging, especially through the interaction with fellow-bloggers and readers. If I can sort myself out, I hope to rejoin the conversation!
Meanwhile, the natural world affords as much wonder as ever to me here in Scotland. The first half of the year having been mostly pretty cold and wet, our growing season is late. June’s roses are as yet only in bud, while May’s bluebells still scent the woods at midsummer. An osprey, a summer visitor to the river, mews high over my head in the early mornings when I take the dogs out. Red squirrels scrabble up the tree-trunks of oak and yew, chittering crossly at us as we pass underneath. On these cool evenings of early summer, the eye is dazzled by sun breaking through clouds onto the lochan beyond the trees. Let’s hope this gleam of solstice sunshine is a forerunner for more to come – and I will do my best to share a bit more with you, too.
You might enjoy Suddenly, midsummer.