The First Time

Could this have really been my first post?  I remember I could barely figure out how to turn my computer on, much less post.  It was a steep learning curve and rife with the strains of trying to do things I knew nothing about.  That was in 2008.

  I remember that I'd read of a mother with four youngsters writing about it in a blog and making $4000. per month doing it.  I wanted to do that too.  One of the first lessons.  I now find those ads popping up in blogs irritating (sorry if your blog has them as I mean no disrespect.)

I also wanted to connect on some level.  Friends asked me what is the purpose of blogging and I really couldn't explain it.  They were all into Facebook and still are.

I still can't do many things on my blog and am amazed at those that can.  I have moved on from the shabby chic and rusty stuff blogs to others that I find interest me; a natural progression. We do change.  For instance, I see that I posted many more cooking and recipe posts early on (can't imagine what this old format was as it has changed so often as in the text alignment and other little mistakes.) I have received much from blogland: I am so thankful I landed here.

Well, here it is in its entirety.  My first post.

In Robert Herrick's poem, he instructs us to "gather ye rose-buds while ye may." Whether simply about the coming winter or one's journey through life, we must take time to gather now and then.  

I spend much of my time alone; occasionally alone is good. But, alone can also become lonely, which is not good. Nevertheless, together and sharing are gifts we give ourselves. So, let's get started, share recipes, stories and tips - celebrate the fact that we've made it - a time to gather at the farm.