Afternoon Delight*

This blog will never be a confessional. It's never going to be the whole story. Occasionally I may rant, or moan, or tell a sad tale, but the words are always carefully considered, as much exercises in writing and storytelling as any kind of giving away.

Some weeks the energy flows, as do the words and pictures. Other weeks I struggle. I've been at it here, regularly, for nearly two years. For more than half of that time I had about a dozen readers, most of whom I knew in real life. It took me a long time to learn that if I wanted people to visit my blog, I had to visit theirs AND let them know I'd been with a comment or a little click on the 'follow' button.

My following here isn't huge, but it is so lovely. Genuinely nice people with genuinely nice things to say. Encouragement, advice, friendship. I like it. Yes, I do.

And more lovely, every now and then I find my little blog's name in the 'favourites' list on other blogs. What a compliment. You can't even know the lift that gives me. I'm not sure what people see when they visit here, and why they return. I hope it's for some half-decent writing, a half-decent eye for a pretty photo. A sense of fun. Something good to eat. Cute kids swathed head to toe in handknits. Oh, relentless knitting.

I probably don't say it nearly enough, if at all, but thank you - for visiting, commenting, and making me feel like something I'm doing here is having some small impact out there.

I should probably end with a question because I've been told that's the way to engage readers and start a conversation. But I won't 'cause it always seems a bit contrived when I do it. Is that OK with you?

(*I found some more of that glorious afternoon light, or "afternoon delight", as my friend Bri calls it. Look at my golden-haired babe up there.)