2018 is over, and I’m still blogging. I wondered if I’d find enough “smile worthy” things to keep my blog going for a year, but here it is 18 months later, and I still enjoy “finding inspiration in the little things”. Many times I have made my husband stop, and turn around on the highway when an interesting sight catches my eye, and at times he has suggested a post title, or reported seeing an example of something I’ve been looking for. (weather vanes come to mind)
In 2018, my five most popular posts with readers were:
#5 – The Time is Now
#4 – Beautiful Blossoms
#3 – My “Grandcats”
#2 – In Memory of the Lost
#1 – Flight of the Snow Dragon
My favourites were also the most popular–In Memory of the Lost, that gave me a new appreciation for each day of life with which I’ve been gifted, and Flight of the Snow Dragon, for how well my effort at poetry was received. Thank you!
The response from my readers has been somewhat of a surprise. I never imagined that so many would use their valuable time to read what I post, but there have been some names that pop up time, and time again, with comments and likes. I appreciate every single moment you spend with me, and I’ve gained so much insight and information from those I follow. I’m glad to be a part of the WordPress community, and I wish all my fellow bloggers and readers a great 2019!
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Winter has frozen the prairies,
The air is cold, skies are grey.
But in the back of my mind,
Are thoughts of sunshine and May.
When pots and gardens are planted,
And green shoots break through the soil,
An explosion of colour soon follows,
Rewarding the gardeners’ toil.
So until the arrival of spring,
When winter, to warmth must give way,
I’ll keep in my heart this reminder,
To fend off the doldrums today.
I started my blog on June 24, 2017, and I’m grateful for every view, follower, and comment received since then. When someone takes time from their day to read one of my posts, I am encouraged to continue writing. I had an idea that it might be fun each month to reblog one of my scarcely read, early posts, and thought this would be a good time to revisit this poem.
Gnarled limbs with branches curling,
Tangled shadows in the night.
Silken web for prey to bite.
Twisted wooden fingers reaching,
Bare and bent in eerie gloom.
Full moon glowing,
Chill wind blowing,
Scratching, groaning, sounds of doom.
Unease grows in dismal darkness,
Senses urge the feet to flee.
Menace lurks within this tree.
(c) Candice Pierce 2017
The churning waves,
of secrets veiled,
with fleeting forms,
my mind assailed.
with each new surge.
The billows foam,
the waters merge.
An image perceived,
is quickly lost,
by currents tossed.
(C) Candice 2018
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