quiet one

2021 Reflections. A Quiet One.

Merry Christmas everyone!

With a 4 and a 2-year-old in the house, Christmas has been as chaotic but memorable, as you might expect. Presents were exchanged, and a delicious turkey feast devoured. However, one thing was missing this year: for the first time in almost a decade, there was nothing homegrown on the Christmas menu.

Building the new veg patch continues, and I managed a few crops in pots and borders this summer, but I’ve now been veg bed-less for over a year. It has seemed like a very long time, and as the year has progressed, I’ve found myself reflecting on this.

Have I missed growing vegetables? This was the first and possibly toughest question, and to be honest, I don’t know the answer. I’ve enjoyed discovering our new area, riding my bike in the hills and spending time with Ailsa and the boys. Pastime wise, It’s been a very different year for sure.

Blogging Slumber
Without the inspiration of growing space, Real Men Sow has inevitably suffered. This is the first post in nearly 2 and a half months. Looking back, I’ve only posted 28 times in 2017, whereas in times gone by I’ve consistently posted twice a week.

My Twitter and Facebook feeds are very quiet, and I’ve never really put much effort into Instagram. Lack of inspiration aside, maybe there’s a clue there – too many things to concentrate on, too broad an approach.

Read These Other Blogs!
There are also a lot of newer bloggers on my Twitter that I now follow, with greater levels of energy and enthusiasm than I’ve mustered recently. Richard at Sharpen Your Spades, Jack Wallington, Grow Like Grandad, and creator of the excellent #myrealview, Life at No. 27, are all great blogs with fun angles and super social media presence. They’re fresh and interesting.

Blog Crossroads
I feel at a crossroads with both growing and blogging. Time is precious these days. It should have been a year of blog celebration – I published a book! – yet I’ve lacked a direction.

However, I think maybe I’m now comfortable with that for the first time. I always dreamed of writing a book, and in some ways, I feel that is the end of the story for this little blog that I’ve enjoyed writing for the last 6 or so years. But then, when you’ve put so much into something for that amount of time, it’s hard to just drop it.

As I write, my beautiful wife and wonderful children are asleep on the sofa next to me after a lovely winter walk. They make me feel incredibly content with life, and happy in the moment.

Plodding on into 2018
And I think, maybe, there’s something I should take from that back into blogging. Perhaps veg growing and blogging in 2018 should be about the moment. Just cheerfully plodding on, and perhaps putting fingers to keyboard a couple of times a month when the moment takes me.

I now have beds to grow produce in, a semi-functioning greenhouse and a beautiful view, not to mention rhubarb and strawberry patches that will be ready for inaugural harvests. What more could a man want than rhubarb and strawberry patches? I’m a lucky boy. Life is good, let’s see what 2018 brings.

Once my broken finger has fixed itself. Yes, I broke my finger. On Christmas Eve. More on that later.

Happy New Year folks. As always, thanks for reading.

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