I guess every blogger thinks of giving it up at some point. I wonder how many blogs of the earliest days would still be running after twenty years on the world wide web? At this end of life twenty years sounds like a short time, just as a twenty year old seems a child to me now.
I have been blogging on and off for sixteen months. These days it is mostly off. I am repeating myself ; it seems I have nothing new to say. Even the photographs I took in the garden yesterday look almost identical to the ones last year. More cumquats, oranges, mandarins, another giant Etrog… I guess that’s why I don’t buy gardening magazines anymore.
There is some garden news: the neighbour who has a car space in front of my house has applied to Council for permission to build a car port in its space. That means not only my poor Cecil Brünner rose must put up with obstructed sunlight (by a large wardrobe at present) but the entire orchard will be affected. It is a depressing prospect that is prompting me to give it up and move to an apartment.