breaking up is hard to do

 

For 10 years I wrote about my nature thoughts, beliefs, values and experiences. For 10 years I 'met' and made friends with other bloggers from all over the world.

Endings are painful, scary, exciting, opportunities for change. Blogging has been a wonderful experience. Being a blogger even became part of my identity.

I'm still gardening, but don't have the same need to write or take photos. It's enough to do it. It still makes me happy, but I can't do it for hours on end any more. At my age, I suppose I'm lucky I can do it at all.

I am aware that a blog is not a physical object like a book, so it doesn't need to be finished. It can just be left, floating around in cyberspace (wherever that is) with billions of other virtual artefacts. 

Artefact (The Oxford English Dictionary): "an object that is made by a human being, typically one of cultural or historical interest."

I want to complete this artefact with a final post. I wonder whether one day it may be of interest to future historians, or archaeologists in the even more distant future. I wonder whether my grandchildren will look at it when they are grown up, and regard it as a family heirloom. I wonder if the technology needed to access it will even be available in the future.

And if diary of a suburban gardener just keeps swirling around in cyberspace, one blog among millions, that's OK too. It's been a great journey. I learned so much, and enjoyed every minute.

Goodbye, dear cyberfriends.

The End

P.S. All pics are of my spring garden.