When I first started Budgie Makes Three, I think I intended it to be a sort of “mommy blog”, only the creature I was “mothering” was a white budgie named Giacomo. I thought I’d write about marriage, life with birds, my faith, and maybe share a couple of recipes. It didn’t take long before I ran out of material… and interest. Not long after, Giacomo passed away and our household was down to two humans with no budgie to make it “three”.
My interest in the blog was renewed when we brought home Robin and Tuck. I had a bit more to write about, having the two birds, but I once again lost steam. Then Willow came into our lives, and I thought I’d have plenty to write about sharing life with an African grey.
But somehow that didn’t last long either, and while life with Willow and Robin continues to be an amazing blessing full of joyful hilarity (I am writing this sitting on the bathroom floor as Willow does a bit of exploring, the same location I’ve written a few other blog posts), I find myself wanting more and more to write about the other great blessing Jesus has brought into my life: gardening.
The truth of the matter is I’m a homesteader wannabe living in a lovely city condo. Someday Mr. Awesome and I want to, Lord willing, acquire a few acres and move to the country. That could happen this year. It could happen in five years. We don’t know. Part of me is very happy and content where we are. The other part of me thinks that I’m not getting any younger, and setting up a large garden, orchard, etc. takes time. I keep praying that God will let us know when the time is right to make such a move.
And part of me is deliciously happy seeing just how far I can push the homesteading concept here at the condo. Can I grow enough fresh produce in containers on our deck to make a large contribution to our diets? What DIY skills can I acquire that will help us save money? I’ll never get the condo association to approve chickens, but I did string a clothesline in our basement and learned to do embroidery. And if embroidery doesn’t sound like a useful skill to you, two words: Christmas presents.
I started blogging again at the beginning of the year because I very much wanted to write, and not just for myself. For a long time journaling had satisfied the itch, but as time went on it felt less and less like enough. I was diving deeper into the whole gardening thing, and I wanted to share what I was doing. Perhaps someone might benefit from it. And of course, I hope and pray God is honored through all of this somehow.
But now that I’ve rambled on and on, I find myself back at the title of this post: what’s going on here and what is this blog about? I had considered starting another blog that was garden specific, but I’ve scattered so many blogs across the blogosphere and subsequently abandoned them that it’s positively embarrassing, and I’ve found pigeon holing one’s self too strictly is a surefire way to get blog burnout. Besides, God has given us two lovely psittacids who really should have their photos posted from time to time.
Perhaps one day I will change the name of the blog, or the address, or even stop being so cheap and shell out a bit of cash to actually purchase a WordPress plan. I still haven’t found a look for Budgie I’m super in love with either. I suppose this post is a bit of a warning that gardening will very likely become an increasingly prevalent subject here, with a couple of feathered miscreants thrown in, and you’ll probably see aesthetic changes from time to time. I appreciate all of you who take the time to read and like my posts. I hope you wont be disappointed in what the future holds for Budgie Makes Three.