He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
‘At length I realise,’ he said,
‘The bitterness of Life!’
He thought he saw a Buffalo
He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
He thought he saw a Banker’s Clerk
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
He thought he saw an Albatross
He thought he saw a Garden-Door
He thought he saw a Argument
The Mad Gardener’s Song
At long last, our much awaited glorious Frabjous day has come!!
We are now officially one year old. Which is quite an accomplishment for we two writers who didn’t even know what blogs were and had no idea why we should want to start one. But we did. And here it is. We feel like quite accomplished bloggers now, you know. We survived a year and we have plenty of good things to show for it.
We have 23 followers.
We’ve published 332 posts.
We have people who actually comment!
We’ve had over 7,000 page views.
We’ve met some brilliant bloggers.
We’ve had people from 55 different countries look at our blog!
These are huge things for us. And a lot of them wouldn’t have been possible without our readers. Thank you! We can’t say it enough.
Thank you to our 23 followers. For reading. And commenting. And supporting us. And even thank you to those of you who haven’t clicked the “follow” button (though if you did, we’d love it immensely) but who check up on us occasionally, because we love it that you like to read what we love to write.
And the comments? We’ll just say we love your comments. We think they’re great. We give silly smiles to each other and plot our replies.
So now we are one year old.
We’ve learnt a lot since we started blogging. We write a lot. We gobble books like they’re going out of fashion so we’ll be sure to have plenty of book reviews. When we watch a movie (or read a book) we consider how we’re going to review it. When we wake up in the middle of the night with beamish ideas for a blog post, we scrawl them down.
We still mightily believe in tangerine skies. We believe in more than six impossible things. Chocolate is still medicine for our souls (and now that we are no longer 13 and 17, rather a whole year older, we are considering how to petition for its daily consumption for our breakfasts). We have posted nonsense and poetry and our thoughts and adventures and our seethingly brilliant ideas. And you know what? We’re going to keep doing just that.
With maybe a few different fabulous lemon twists.
Today is the Frabjous Day of the Notebook Sisters.
Let there be lemon cake and balloons and galumphing gifts for all.