Back to blogging as an attempt to write again (that ancient neglected art).
With a twist, this subjective reporting will get even more subjective. This becomes a diary of sorts, with hope beyond hope that the diary will be more about art and culture to make it worthy of something called writing, and less about baking and gardening, my current 'unhealthy' obsession.
But I make no promises. Especially since this specific post is inspired, though I'm reluctant to admit that, by the blooming of a blossom I planted exactly two months ago. May it bring an abundance of blossoming thoughts into my writing (or some other cliche)
With a twist, this subjective reporting will get even more subjective. This becomes a diary of sorts, with hope beyond hope that the diary will be more about art and culture to make it worthy of something called writing, and less about baking and gardening, my current 'unhealthy' obsession.
But I make no promises. Especially since this specific post is inspired, though I'm reluctant to admit that, by the blooming of a blossom I planted exactly two months ago. May it bring an abundance of blossoming thoughts into my writing (or some other cliche)
The Blossom. The Inspiration
p.s. also showing off my cherry tomatoes in the background
