Hi, so it has happened, the blog is set-up and I am off and running in the world of online blogging. What a concept! To maintain a log for the world to see! I thought I had plenty to say, but where are the thoughts and the words? They are hiding somewhere, waiting to spring forth and gush like the gurgling brook of spring time. What?!!! The poet in me is chomping at the bit - unleash me, unleash me, I need to hasten and make everything green.

Going green is the environmentally correct thing to do nowadays, but I have always been drawn to being green, both inside and outside of my home. I don't know when or how this awareness came about, but I think it must have something to do with the noxious, un-natural odors of all things chemical and toxic. Even before my olfactory senses are aware of it, the unpleasant tingling on the face is enough to warn me off.

So it has been compost for the garden, vinegar for the windows. The garden is not lush, the windows are not streakfree, but for the most part my home and garden is manufactured periodic table free. And the rewards? Oh, the garden is alive with bees and butterflies and the birds that feast on critters of all sizes.