There's been considerable talk on garden blogs about keeping a garden journal. With it being the beginning of a new year, it's normal to consider such a thing. As bloggers, we already are familiar with the regular record-keeping about our activities in the garden and otherwise. Type out a few things, add some pictures, and click on "Publish." But to actually put pen to paper? That's another thing.
I used to keep diaries when I was younger. In fact, I recently found an old one that I'd kept in high school - my junior year, to be exact. I read some entries to Romie and we giggled, because I was dating him at the time. I call these "the girlie years." Listen to this entry and you'll know why:
Thursday, January 25, 1973
"Went back to school. I wore my burgundy print Betsey Johnson outfit today. I got in trouble in Chemistry. I'm reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Went to the basketball game and Romie was there. He's so sweet. I love him, I love him, I do!
I was pretty faithful about keeping an account of what went on in my life that year, until August 8th. There's nothing after that. Summer just got to be too much, or too boring, I don't know which. In any case, keeping a diary/journal ceased to become important to me.
On the last day of 2008, I had lunch with my friend Marsha. She gave me a garden journal. I love the idea of a journal and there are details regarding the garden that I don't chronicle here on the blog that I would enjoy reading in later years. My problem is sticking with it.
But this year, because of this beautiful journal, I'm going to do my best to use it for those tidbits of information that I may find valuable and interesting in the years to come - weather, new plantings, what bloomed when, just to name a few.
This book is just too beautiful to remain empty.