Welcome. But if you're looking for the musings of a voyeur, you're in the wrong blog. We all have things we watch. Television, stocks, our weight. I watch my yard. I watch grass grow. So perhaps this blog will be of limited interest in this fast-paced world of ours, but I hope that maybe a few readers will find something in it. Mostly, I'm writing to hone my own powers of observation, to record what I see happening out there and what it does to me in here.
"Watch" has another meaning, too, a meaning a bit outdated but vivid still. A watch was a period of lonely, patient, expectant waiting, often through the night. Expecting what...the dawn, the Christ, Fortinbras' army? For me, the gardener, this sense of the word seems especially apt as I begin my blogging in late February, the ground still frozen and new life still but a promise.
It's a subtle refinement on the word "hope" that I'm looking for here. Maybe it will become clearer as I write.
And so on to Entry the First, "Cruel But Not Cruelest."
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