Some things thrive on neglect. LIke the christmas cactus my mother wrapped in plastic and stuck in a dark closet so that when it emerged at last it sent out a profusion of blossoms hitherto unimagined, let alone seen.
I suspect blogs may not be like that.
We have been Doing Things:
There a hundred other things I haven't managed to record at all like trips to the zoo and youth conferences and playing cherry bomb and big family dinners and the vegetable garden we will soon leave behind. But mostly it has been a lot of boxes and changing of addresses and the thousand million other things that Must Get Done when you are buying a new house and moving yourselves.
To be honest, I am not sure when we will emerge again.
Work on that thriving on neglect for me, won't you?