Is that really me?

I am consternated, truly horrified. I have been glancing through the posts I have made on this blog and am appalled that anybody who knows me only through those will see me as a moaning, whining, miserable old git. But is that the ‘real' me, or is it just the ‘virtual' or ‘cyber space' me? I suppose it is just possible that I really am a moaning, whining, miserable old git.

Maybe blogging is the answer to that prayer of Walter Scott, or Rabbie Burns, or someone else who wore a skirt: Oh wad some gift the giftie gie us, tae see oorsells as ithers see us. (Sorry, my Scottish accent is none too good.) A conventional diary is - usually - read only by the diarist during his lifetime, but blogging is like writing a diary that is open to the public to read at any time. It behoves us bloggers (yes, I know! WE bloggers.) to put on our best faces. Unless, that is, we just don't give a damn.

Well, I do. So there will be no more negative postings, only positive thoughts from now on. For the next five days, anyway.

It takes but one positive thought when given a chance to survive and thrive to overpower an entire army of negative thoughts. (Robert H Schuller)

Of course, it will all be much easier if the sun continues to shine. Today is the third consecutive day when it has - and the forecast for tomorrow is pretty good as well. Very warm working in the garden this morning. The flowers are in a muddle: a pink one (can't remember its name, but it starts with N) which should flower in November is already in bloom. But so is a violet, which should have finished in May!