Forum: Day One
So after a sleepless night worrying* when I got to my desk this morning I had two emails from blog readers saying Well I’m not going to join your forum, so good bye forever. Oh. Well. Gee. Thanks for sharing.
So I’m rather relieved to click on the forum, cautiously open one eye, and observe that quite a few other people have joined and are availing themselves of what I hope it’s for which is to talk to each other. Yaay forum. Thank you, you guys who are joining. I sympathize of course about the Dastardly Question of Time . . . but I’d still rather you did waste some of yours playing in the forum. I plan to go on wasting some of mine peering over your shoulders.
A few highlights from a first troll through (and I don’t at all guarantee that I’ve seen everything; I’m still finding navigation challenging . . . including that once I got into the forum I couldn’t figure out how to get out again: for some reason the blog and site links at the top declined to heat up when I ran my mouse over them the first time . . . trapped forever in the forum, like Charlie on the MTA**).
Ajlr says:
Yay for PEGASUS! We’ll be following right along behind with virtual black tea, every sort of virtual cake imaginable,
No, no! REAL black tea! ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzttttt! Virtual cake is good though . . . sigh . . . .*** Let me see, lemon poppyseed today perhaps . . . yes, I do have a recipe, but the calories are real. . . .
and so many positive wishes that the spill-over will probably even sort out the world’s financial crisis…!
I don’t know what mantras everyone else is muttering to themselves, but I’m reminding myself at half-second intervals as the latest economic news comes in like a piano falling from a second-storey window that historically books do well in times of economic downturn. They’re cheap (comparatively), readily [um . . . sic] available, and (unless you ripped out all your bookshelves when you bought your e-reader) very low tech.
Congratulations on your forum, Robin, and I hope you didn’t lie in bed last night with your suddenly under-used ‘approve’ finger twitching.
It seems quite happy reverting to poking compost around tiny plants in tiny pots, and turning real pages.
Jodi Meadows says:
| Black Bear wrote on Wed, 01 October 2008 21:49 |
This little garden is in danger of becoming A Collection of Plants That I Like rather than a garden. Ah god that’s my whole freakin’ yard. Little things chunked into the ground here and there, just because I thought they were nice but couldn’t afford a whole bed of them… Sigh. |
I thought that’s what gardens were supposed to be! Shows how much I know.
In theory there should be a sort of unifying plan or sweep or direction the eye is led in, and plants should sort of hang out together rather than standing side by side saying I’m Here. That’s why garden designers exist. I think a garden designer is going a little far unless you have twelve acres and a castle, but I agree that that municipal-park look of a plant here, a plant there, here a plant there a plant everywhere a plant plant doesn’t make the most of our floral colleagues. Even roses look better judiciously mixed in with a few friends.
Ajlr: Yes, mine is a bit like that too. I know one is supposed to buy plants in threes or fives, but the cash tends to run out rather quickly at that rate! I keep telling myself that the one or two I buy will soon ‘bulk up’. Do I believe myself?
There speaks a woman of Perennial Borders. As a specialist in roses I find that your average rose bush only bulks up in ways that require you to plant more other stuff to disguise the process. Although my daylilies seem to be offering to take up the challenge.
Southdowner:
my predecessor at the cottage worked for the RHS, the Royal Horticultural Society: I think she was a specialist in historical daffodils
I didn’t even know that historical daffodils existed – let alone that there are people dedicated to them.
Oh, you can recognise an historical daffodil immediately. They’re the ones that cost £10 per bulb. I don’t seem to have any. . .
I have been a reader of Robin’s books from the beginning and yes that makes me older than dirt
Right, I will spare this person’s blushes by not identifying them (although the comment is there on the forum, you can always hunt it down), but I wish to remark that comments like this, which in fact turn up rather regularly, including in so-called fan mail, make me just a touch crabby. If readers who have read me from the beginning are older than dirt, what does that make me? Older than the Big Bang? Older than interstellar dust?
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* Poetic license. Actually I slept strangely well last night. I should have been lying awake worrying that I’d just Destroyed My Blog by Starting a Forum.
** For you fellow ancient Kingston Trio-ites, who, furthermore, remember what a nickel is.
*** All together now: MENOPAUSE SUCKS.
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