In the Beginning....

So this is it - my inaugural test post, my foray into blogging.  Yes, I am a little behind the times.  It is 2015 and the medium has been around forever.  A little slow to the party here... testing it out, seeing whether I like it enough to keep it up.  Joining the 21st century and getting with this whole tech/social media phenomenon - seems like it's going to stick, that trend....

As one of my first acts as a member of the blogging community (ha!), I posted my first ever response to a blog - 66squarefeet (plus) - which I love to check into every now and then.  Not many good urban/city garden blogs out there.  Or maybe I just haven't explored enough, which could very well be.  But 66squarefeet (I wish I could do exponentials) is relatable - for someone in the city; not a Martha Stewart-esque, aspirational, requires several acres or hectares to achieve sort of site.  Nice and more manageable, and true to an urban garden and its experiences.  Perhaps blogger courtesy and etiquette would require me to link to that blog, but since I am still testing, I don't know that this is quite mature enough to support someone else's blog. 

I would say, though, that, much as I enjoy that blog, 66squarefeet's Marie is clearly someone who did NOT grow up in a city, or, at least, not New York City (and that becomes pretty evident upon reading her writing) - she knows far too much about plants, and all the true botanical names (oh my!).  To forage in the city takes more courage, or willful blindness to the inherent griminess, than anyone who actually grew up in the city could ever hope to develop.  I sense she does not have the residual childhood fear and trauma of encountering, frequently, grass (sidewalk strip grass patches, tree pits) full of piles of dog poo en route to school each morning - associating that unpleasantness with grass (this is what happens when one has limited experience with grass, and very few encounters with privately-owned grass), such that one's instinct is to avoid it or to look down to ensure no stepping into said piles of (hiding) poo.  The traumas of a child raised in the city :)

One day, we may explore that topic more deeply.  But let's leave that where it is.  

Definitely not a good first post to link to 66squarefeet.  Much as I enjoy her blog, there are elements that I cannot relate to - and my parents moved to quasi-suburban northeast Queens in my teens, so I would say I am even more nature-inclined than the typical New York City kid.  But I do hope she has had a good move to the Brook!

Seems every inaugural blog post should have an inaugural test photo.... It is late; there is no light; only the solar lanterns emit anything at all.  Quite nice out, actually, cool and breezy - fantastic sleeping weather for August, throw open the windows weather!  A nice, quick jaunt out to capture the shot, before putting myself to bed so I can get back to the lawyering in the morning - well, in a few hours.  Sigh.