Who's a blogger and why do they open themselves up to the blogosphere? I started a blog because a friend who is in the mission field in Mexico had a blog. A friend who was going through a terminal illness had a blog. Much to my surprise, Google had a free deal (free is significant to me - being a good steward of our blessings is a biggie). A thought snuck up on me with unintended consequences dragging behind it. I could blog,if they could blog I could blog. We had a digital camera and a relatively high speed Internet connection - yep blogging I could do. A blog is more than a public record of events and thoughts. Even the most mediocre blog can introduce you to a world of people and ideas and a form of relationships.
Why blog? I live a modest life with no international significance whatsoever. I'm not a great writer, accomplished musician, high achieving athlete, interesting artist, famous cook or great beauty. All those disclaimers in place - I wanted to blog about the bliss of ordinary, the joy of monotony, the blessing of sameness . Putting our life into words and pictures (here comes one of the unintended consequences) showed me - I like my life, I'm blessed and a few people responded.
Updating you, my good reader, I'm going to redesign the blog and put in more links to other blogs. Linking is putting a live link (web address you can go to merely by clicking on the words) on my blog to encourage the 5 to 9 people a day who view my words to try a different blogger.
Whew - that was a lot of verbiage for telling you - look at the links and try them out - there are many clever, interesting and passionate people in the blogosphere. Also - watch for a new look - not sure how it will settle out but I'm thinking spring colors and more room (sounds like the design for our master bedroom - hoping to show you that project when we start).
What are we doing on Buhlaland? The best we can do, most days. Most days we work hard, occasionally we goof off with the animals, you just never know - DH on the tractor getting ready to mow and Snickers stuck in a tree. Yep that's Buhlaland.