One year ago today, I decided that my first post (published, not written) was good enough to stay here, exposed for the world to see and allowing for the expectation of more posts to come.

And they have, for the most part.

The month of February 2013 is excluded from that achievement. This little blog has been as lonely as the jersey I began knitting in January, and the new recipe books left untouched on the shelf.

I haven’t had nothing to say in that time. I just… haven’t quite gotten the words out.

This past year has made that feeling acute as it’s never been before.

Not because I have hordes of readers waiting in anticipation for more words, but because I like coming here. And I think that sitting here, stringing words together, allowing them to show up and then rearranging them, deleting some, adding others…

Sitting here, stringing words together, is good for me. Happy birthday little blog.