The weeds, interspersed with flowers raise their heads enquiringly at unfamiliar footfall. So long have they remained undisturbed,, they scarcely know how to greet a guest.
Once visitors thronged to the garden. Comments on it’s layout and the many and varied plants rang out. A joyous chiriping as of many birds was heard.
The gardener became ill, died or perhaps lost interest in his plot, leaving it to dwindle, turn in upon itself. A few flowers still bloom, their scent appreciated by the occasional guest who, stumbling upon the place unawares pauses, savours the beauty of the flowers then wondering, sadly why this little paradise has been abandoned, passes on.
Is not a blog a little like a garden?
K Morris - Poet 
“Is not a blog a little like a garden?”
Hmm. A great question… ❤
Thank you! Kevin
You are welcome. I like your analogy to the garden and blog.
The answer is YES – and if people don’t love it, it dies…
Thanks Chris. You and I are of the same mind. Kevin
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I was thinking of how I rather enjoy a garden that is allowed to go a bit wild, to cultivate that mysteriously untended appearance…
I agree, a garden which has gone a bit wild has it’s own particular beauty. Wild roses mixed with ivy, beautiful. Thanks for your comment. Kevin
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this is the case of my blog…