A blogger I follow on WordPress from Melbourne Australia, Mark Nolan, commented that he was in the dark, dreary days of winter and appreciated seeing the color and life here on the other side of our planet. I think one of the really cool rewards of blogging is the person-to-person side of communicating; I connect with people whose lives are not that dissimilar to mine. We never meet, though pictures of the writer help me form an image of who they are beyond their words.
In many ways it reminds me of my grandfather who was a ham radio operator. He had his call sign – a jumble of letters and numbers – on his license plate. In the evening, he would retire to what would be called his “Man Cave” today; the semi-finished basement. He would sit for hours “chatting” with friends around the globe. When I lived in Trinidad, the phone system was antiquated and overseas calls were non-existent. In case of a real emergency, there was a network of radio operators who would relay messages to the States and then phone calls were placed to families. Luckily, I never had an opportunity to see the system in action, but it was comforting to know there was a connection.
So in the interest of sharing with my Melbourne buddy, I wandered around the yard smelling the heady blooms of Peonies and checking up on those pots I over-planted a few weeks back with “varieties” I wasn’t really familiar with.