One might assume, that my extended absence could be taken as a sign of a wonderful vacation. Perhaps a global adventure across continents or a trek of solitude high upon a mountain path. Maybe a quiet dip into the foamy waves of an exotic ocean or even an inspirational sabbatical to a Tibetan monastery.

For those with a more pessimistic mindset and are always looking for some doom and gloom, perhaps something with a little more drama. Like being incarcerated for some nefarious crime or better yet, on my death bed doing battle with the Devil for my eternal soul.

I am quite sad to report that the answer is NO to the first paragraph but very happy to give a resounding NO to the second.

In truth I have been happily crawling around in the tilled soil of my back yard in an attempt to call myself a gardener. Though my plants would most assuredly disagree, the wonderful crop of weeds and crab grass are singing my praises. However, I did manage to collect enough tomatoes, peppers, onions and green beans to satisfy my ego and to give me enough inspiration to attempt it all again next year.

I must admit that I had lost interest in pen and paper. But the nostalgia of visiting with family and friends over this past holiday season, combined with spending these last few days in my recliner with TV remote in hand binge watching “The Waltons”, has sparked my inspiration once again.

With a brand-new year ready to begin, my first official resolution—one among many—is to return to the blogging world. So, I want to say thank you in advance to what I hope will become a great friendship.