This dreary weather has caused me to reflect. Not in a maudlin way, but in a curious self-scrutinising manner. As I said, it was raining. I got to wondering quite why I blog. It is after all a rather bizarre occupation. Sharing your thoughts with a virtual audience made up of strangers, acquaintances and friends from across the world is surely a little odd. Some of these folk have names, some have voices, some watch silently. I have no wish to educate, there are plenty worthier than me to fill that void. I am no expert, but neither am I a novice. I have no wish to preach, or dictate fashion, or influence. So why exactly do I do this? The fact that my Mum checks every morning to see if there is a post is not a valid reason, after all I could just email her, or even phone. Then it dawned on me, the answer is obvious, I do it because I do it. I started and now I can’t stop. It is called inertia, I believe. That is all. Except I enjoy it and it is mine and I can do what I want, within reason of course. And that is enough. Well I’m pleased we sorted that out.
On such a dismal day I have resorted to memories from last summer. This is Polemonium caeruleum, Jacob’s Ladder, a European native which was used by the Ancient Greeks to alleviate toothache and by 19th century physicians to treat rabies. It is a charming, trouble free, violet beauty and everyone should grow it in their garden. Oh dear, it seems I might have just “educated” and “influenced”. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.