Not too long ago, The Daily Post asked the question, Why do you blog? I didn’t pay too much attention to the question at the time, probably because I didn’t really know the answer. But, as is usually the case, the answer came to me when I least expected it.
This evening, I sat and read through my farm blog. It has been retired since June of last year, and yet as I sat here reading it, I felt as though I were back in time.
I remember exactly where my computer sat in that old house. I remember the view out of my bedroom window. I remember so clearly the sound of the sheep at breakfast time and the chickens as they headed down to lay an egg. I remember the smell of fresh hay and the dirt in the garden. I remember the newly planted fruit trees and the way the tall pasture grass would sway in the breeze.
Reading my old blog brought all these memories back to me. The posts reminded me of how it felt to be there, and suddenly, I’m back in that house, watching my sheep graze in the pasture.
And I’m missing them so much I can hardly breathe.
That is why I do this. Because life changes. But reading about it takes me back, even if only for a short while, to some of my favorite moments of the past. I am creating my own time capsule. I am preserving all my most precious memories. I don’t remember the exact reason why I started blogging, but I know why I continue.