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Happy blogiversary to me!

Today, December 5, is the fifth anniversary of this blog. At the time that I started writing here, I also had two other blogs that I had started three years earlier at the behest of our local newspaper, The Houston Chronicle. In one, "Backyard Birder," I wrote about my experiences with birding, and in the other, "Gardening With Nature," I wrote about my efforts at habitat gardening. Earlier this year, I decided that what I had to say could be covered in my one eclectic blog - this one - and I folded the other two blogs in with "The Nature of Things." That, in a very small nutshell, has been my experience with blogging. Frankly, it has all been a blast and I look forward to continuing it into the foreseeable future. 

 Thank you to all those who take time to read my scribblings. I do appreciate the time that you give me and your allowing me to come into your life. I hope that you will continue to visit me here from time to time and - dare I dream? - that maybe you'll even occasionally leave a comment. 
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  1. Jean CampbellDecember 5, 2014 at 7:51 PM

    Time flies when you are having fun. It takes grit to continue blogging when our reward is nothing more than self-satisfaction and the occasional positive comment.Count me among your loyal visitors.

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 5, 2014 at 10:13 PM

      You certainly got that right! And thank you for visiting and for your comments.

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  2. SnapDecember 6, 2014 at 6:50 AM

    Happy Blogversary and many more!

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 6, 2014 at 8:55 AM

      Thanks so much, Snap. I do hope to have many more.

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  3. rusty duckDecember 6, 2014 at 11:16 AM

    Congratulations! I love to read about nature in a very different climate from mine. Well, sometimes I do.. mostly I'm just envious!

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 6, 2014 at 12:57 PM

      And I love to read your reports of your garden and your adventures! Thanks for the good wishes.

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  4. CaroleDecember 6, 2014 at 12:46 PM

    5 years - fabulous! Keep up the great work, Dorothy. Cheers from Carole's Chatter

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 6, 2014 at 12:58 PM

      I promise to keep up the work - I can't promise it'll be great. Thanks, Carole.

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  5. CarmenDecember 6, 2014 at 1:23 PM

    Happy blogiversary, Dorothy.

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  6. HannahDecember 6, 2014 at 2:16 PM

    Happy 5th blogiversary, Dorothy! I hope you are enjoying the Cardinals I used to see as a child, at least I get to see photos of them sometimes. I look forward to seeing more bird photos on your blog.

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 6, 2014 at 2:39 PM

      Thanks, Hannah. The cardinals deserted my yard in early fall and are just now beginning to return. They always brighten my day when they appear.

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