Dakota

My dear Dakota! I'm sure you've been in the grip of pollen as we all have. It's my private theory that this is the plant world's version of the Lilliputian thongs that bound Gulliver... we are all helpless in its grip!
Stay the course... your truly faithful fans are still out here checking in on you.
all the best,
D

Ditto, D, I discerned and divined your drive and delight
Have been blunted by declining discourse. Don’t discompose,
Depend on the difuse that distracts and diverts to drop in.

Without you, blogs everywhere would be filled
With drivel and doggerel like this.
We’d have nowhere to seek inspiration

Oh D & D --

I am so heartened by your responses. I'm sure it's just a temporary disconnect, but I am of the opinion, after doing this for awhile, that there's nothing like a little expression, morbid as it may be, to get a girl back in gear.

Desmene, are you suffering too with the pollen count? My nose is dripping onto my keyboard constantly -so much so that the letters "i" and "b" have been sticking lately. Do you think that's a sign? (Apologies for the graphic image, but I had to tell someone.)

Don,dear, Depending on the difuse definitely demands dedication. Deciding to decompose in demi death doesn't deepen my despair drastically due to the degree of discharge it delivers.

Delighted by your delicious discourse.

Demurely, Dakota

Below *1000* hits and you're worried?? I thought I was doing really well at 80 or 90 a day and now I see that I'm not even on the outer perimeter of Land's End. Sheesh. This blogosphere is an alien jungle, no?

Ah Natalie - If you read my clickie, you will see that it was a small divine intervention that MISTAKENLY brought the thundering hoards to my humble cybercot not long ago.

You, my dear, have a lovely, lively community who dwell on your every word and image, and add their thoughts to yours cocreatively. With a few noteworthy exceptions, (for whom I am eternally grateful, smooches to all of you) the vast majority of folk who land here are either clicking on a cheerleader in google images only to find my grim photo of a shadowy staircase instead, or spelling chihuahua wrong. They click, but they do not linger.

Just wait until Augustine is the cover girl at the New Yorker.

Fondly D

My own reaction to the Pollen Patrol is a sort of stupefied coma of inactivity. I keep wondering if they are somehow reaching into my brain (was this a '50s sci-fi movie theme?) I have to remind myself as best I can that this happens every year--I say "They're ba-a-a-ck!" Even those without official "allergy" diagnoses seem to have this rather incredulous reaction: "I have the strangest headache"; "I was so exhausted today!" Umm-hmm, I nod my head wisely.

I wasn't been envious, Dak dear (allright, only a little). And your beautiful blog deserves to have hordes of attentive and devoted visitors. I am proud to be one. And I hope you soon find your dream studio, wherever it may be hiding.

Something peculiar is going on in your comments. My comments keep on being rejected because of "questionable content". Huh? This happened so often I gave up. Then when I didn't type in my URL, the mystery censor allowed me to post the comment. Any ideas?

Oh dear, I shall have to consult the experts to find out what is going on. You didn't by any chance happen to mention the words penis, pharmaceutical, or poker? Would that I knew how to banish all three, but certainly not you, my dear Natalie.

Desmene, Ummm...HUMMMMMMM!