This is just to say, Cynthia Compton wrote more (Slogging) for my Guest Blog page. Read it! I’m so pleased that she’s sharing; she is looking for her bogging voice, settling into a blogging groove, and you and I have the good fortune to witness the evolution/metamorphosis. Until I get an RSS feed button for that page, I’ll keep announcing new entries here. I’m hoping I can cajole my friend Shari into sharing some of her musings about her misadventures too.
(By the way, about the picture: Zinnias are not Cynthia’s favorite bloom; as a matter of fact, I think I remember her telling me that she once thought of them as a lesser flower. But she began to appreciate them more when she saw their unique value in a simple vase, brightening up a kitchen. Fresh, vivid, uncontrived, long lasting. So the picture is relevant after all.)
I also know that Cynthia and I have an appreciation of Jack Johnson in common. I wish I knew French so I could be sure the song is relevant too…. But I kinda think it is.
