Day 19 - Wishing You Were Here "Part 2"

I have the sneaking suspicion that it's quite impossible to effectively share my life if it is out of the realm of others' experiences.   Being here and having been here is such a solid and indisputable part of  my life, I forget some readers of this blog, or even closest friends, can probably not really understand. Even with the act of reading, we bring meaning to the words on the page.  It's not as if the writing in this entry is a set of  captured ideas; rather, it's only words to which readers must bring their own experiences and meaning.

So much of what I try to put onto this page could have little connection to its possible viewers.  I'm grateful to contemplate how far I've come and how much more I know a little about the great big world.  I'm sounding a bit pessimistic about trying to share but I must step back.  People learn in many ways.  For example, I can put two photos from my day, and then it's as if a distant reader saw them too.  Now that's something which can motivate me!  (Oh, and thank you for your words of encouragement, Lynne.)



I spent a bit of time at the back door this afternoon watching the bird feeder. Lots of birds stopped but so many parrots together prompted me to get my camera.



There are so many, many things which grow here that many won't know. Today at the Sunday Fair, we got woodapples. They're a favourite with a hard shell that must be cracked open. The taste is distinctive and I am especially fond of the jam on my toast in the morning.

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I think I wrote something similar when here in 2009 as well.