Staring at a blank page can be daunting. So many words. Which to choose?  This page has been blank for a few days now and I have resorted to asking my boys what I should write.  My oldest boy, all innocence, suggests I tell about how grumpy I was yesterday  when I couldn’t figure out all this technological stuff.  Man, that boy is starting to pick up on things.

That is as good a place as any to start, I suppose. It is the main reason I have never attempted a blog like this.  I don’t do computers well.  Oh, and I am no photographer, which it seems is a prerequisite for anyone truly serious about blogging these days.  And yet here I am, despite my lack of expertise and sans fancy camera, obeying a nagging in the back of my mind that won’t let up.  “Start a blog,” says the nagger. “Just start it and see what happens.”

But what kind of a blog is this? What is Climbing Vine clothing?  I am not sure myself yet.  It is going to be an organic process, which is great, since it goes along nicely with my garden-esque theme.  Climbing Vine Clothing is my itty bitty Etsy shop with two whole items listed for sale and priced very optimistically.  A girl can dream, right?

The climbing vine motif carries over into every day life. I pull up a lot of climbing vines in my jungly yard, and am always amazed at their seeming weakness and yet their amazing ability to climb around every obstacle, stretching out curling fingers for necessary supports as they reach for the sun.  Some vines strangle and choke, but others cover ugliness with beauty, like the vine that has slowly been obscuring the unsightly barbed wire on our neighbors fence, bearing blossoms and berries along the way. They don’t wait for ideal circumstances before they start their journey. They bloom where they are planted.  That is the kind of vine I would like to be.