Review of a Blogging Year

I began blogging in March.


Before March, I lived a normal life. Since I discovered blogs and blogging (yes, both were discovered at pretty much the same time) life has never been the same.


In March, I introduced myself, I posted my schedule, and then I let you know how it was going. 


In April I told you about 'our beach', I posted on a day on our croft and showed you some photos of Harris.

In May I posted some photos of our holiday in the USA, gave you the first of my very useful lessons in fashion (where would you be today without my helpful fashion advice?) and took you to our vegetable plot.

June came, and I showed you sheep being sheared, spoke about the World Cup and posted some sunset photos. Then I took you to the peats.

August sees our wedding anniversary, I wrote my testimony, and posted about a week of meals. Then I showed you the sand dunes at our beach.

In September I showed you the cemetery, and baked oatcakes for you. 

In October we cooked...

and admired...

oops, I meant this - sorry, Mr Wayne.

and this...

In November we had fun with Guy Fawkes night,

 we showed OMSH our neck of the woods, 

we had sadness with tragic memories, 

and had snow. Real snow!

And then, finally December.

Anyone still reading this? Hallo. Halloooo? 

Anyone? 

Anyone at all?

Oh well, just for myself then. Here's December.

We ran walked and got a medal for it. Woohoo! 

We sympathised with Mr Wayne.

 And the boys walked to Muirneag.

All in all, it's been a wonderful year. I've loved blogging. I can't believe that a year ago just now, I didn't even know there was such a thing.

It comes from living on another planet.

I've loved getting to know many fellow-bloggers. I love having friends who don't know me. I can kid you all on that way! 

Actually, I think my blog is... well, ... me. Those who know me 'in real life' know that I have a tendency to, er, speak. I talk. Often I say too much. Often I wish I'd kept my trap shut instead of saying what was on my mind. I often admire, with some envy, those demure ladies who can smile and stay silent. Even a bit of their talent would be helpful. 

Me? Well, I just say whatever is on my mind. Talk first; brain engages later. It's not the way I'd choose to be, but thankfully those who love me are very forgiving. Those who aren't ..... well, I don't blame you.

When I began blogging, I loved talking to cyberspace. I really thought I'd talk, get things off my chest, rant and rave, ramble on, and nobody would have to go through the pain of actually having to listen. I thought it might be helpful in keeping my family relatively sane were I able to do some of my rambling out of their earshot. It was a win-win situation: I get to say all I want to say - and they don't have to hear all I want to say.

Instead, some dear friends have appeared. Many of you are from that place across that pond I see out my kitchen window every day. It's a well known place, I think. A biggish country. What's it called again? Can't quite get it right now, it not being a place that's ever on my mind, in my heart, or in my family's conversation. 

(Ya reckon!!)

I love you all. I don't get out much, so often you guys are my social life. I'm sad that way.

Sad. But extremely happy. I have every reason to be. God is good to me beyond measure.

Have a very Happy New Year. May you all be blessed in your souls, in your families, in your wider circle of friends and colleagues.

Yours sincerely, 

Anne.... oops, this isn't a letter, is it. Love y'all x