Entr’acte of contrition.

Forgive me, dear reader, for I have sinned. It’s been seven weeks since my last garden confession.

I never would, but I definitely could make a long list of excuses. Making a list like that would be a pretty pathetic ploy for absolution, though. If I were to do such a reprehensible thing, then even I wouldn’t forgive myself.  It doesn’t even matter that the list would include a lot of really understandable reasons for not posting…like excursions to Maine and the Cape, or incursions of unpleasant illness.

And how could I, the ultimate a slowpoke blogger, even dare to tease potential future posts through mysteriously summarized justifications, like “I Was Afraid for Two Weeks Straight That I Might Lose My Eyeballs,” or “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, It’s a Dead Body!”

No, dear reader, I’d never insult you with such a mollifying and intriguing list of totally warranted excuses. The last (and only) four posts of OHMYGARDEN! have brought us far too close for that.

With our relationship thus clarified, let me make my new vow to you all. I firmly intend, with the help of your attentive faces, to do more posts, to procrastinate no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to signing in elsewhere and writing this endeavor off.

The summer ain’t over yet, my friends. This was just the intermission.