Seedplanter’s Porch

This week, in the midst of a nasty flu fog, I faced a choice. I could either give in to sleep which kept threatening to pull me under, or I could do something lightweight that didn’t require a lot of brainwave activity.  So I decided to tackle my Inbox. You know, that email repository that holds messages from favorite people, not-so-favorite Spammers, and ancient newsletters and e-zines you forgot to read?

Well, lightweight it ain’t!

Visit my #EmailMess TwttrStrm for confession time. Bring your real number–how many emails are currently sitting in your Inbox–and let’s bare our souls for the sake of Spring cleaning. I’ve confessed my real number (shocking) at the end of the lens. Let me tell you, it took a major brain fog to pry that number out of me. If I were thinking clearly, I’d be too embarrassed to confess.

I’ll keep a lookout for your confession. Let’s have fun here.

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I kept hearing about how I probably ought to make a lensography.

It sounded too much like biography, which would not have been as exciting as hatching a fun new lens idea. So I resisted. Another email got me thinking. It’s just a way to organize your lenses and to present them in a nice one-stop list, she said.  So I promised to make one when I reached a whopping 25 lenses.

I lied.  I waited until 30, and then realized, ohmygosh! I’m only 20 lenses away from fifty! Now, those of you who have over a hundred lenses are laughing behind your hands. (You know who you are…) But surely you remember that feeling of will-I-ever-reach-my-first-fifty, don’t you?

So, long story short: I made the lensography. Published it a couple of days ago. If you would like to fall in love with broccoli or spinach, learn about Tom Turkey’s latest woes, discover two of my favorite colors, or treat yourself to a tour of out-of-the-way locales in my Amazing Webventures series, then you’ve gotta run (but not with scissors) to Seedplanter’s Lensography. (*Don’t miss the lens about the day I grabbed a shovel and started digging up my entire backyard. True story. I have the hand surgery scar to prove it.)

Wear clean, hole-less socks, and slip your shoes off by the door. It’s raining, and I don’t want you messin’ up my shiny new floor. Grab a Snickerdoodle there in the kitchen. Coffee’s on, too. I hope you like Pumpkin Spice. Mmmmm.