Buttercupland Salutes Pink Saturday

A bouquet for Beverly

 ♥This will be the last "Anything Goes" Pink Saturday.

 

 

I plan to shut down my blog next week. I have had

 

 

this blog 17 1/2 years. It was a hard decision, but it is

 

 

time. Thank you for all of your support.♥

 

 

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Thank you, Pink Saturday 

(And just to be clear, Buttercupland will still be here) 

My Pink Saturday routine is pretty simple. I start thinking about a topic during the week. I sort my pictures and download them. On Saturday or just as often on Sunday I sit down at the computer and open up the page for "How Sweet the Sound." I then look at the photograph with the most clicks and then the one that caught Beverly's eye. It's a very pleasant routine and one that I've looked forward to for the last five years. 

This week was no exception. I took my pictures at a favorite apple orchard on Wednesday. I edited them and downloaded them and then I sat down at the computer to start my post, Pink Saturday Goes Apple Picking. Except this week the message above is what greeted me. 

But not unlike just about everything, it's time for a very bittersweet farewell. I've so enjoyed being part of the Pink Saturday community and will miss my weekend ritual. I will miss Beverly's photographs and her writing. I will miss Beverly. 

We've never met and I don't keep up with a lot of the other bloggers, except on Pink Saturday. But, not unlike blogging itself, the community has found a way into my heart. So grateful to have been part of this kind and sweet community. 

I've had transitions in my mind and conversation the last while. It seems to be a consistent topic as friends change cities, adjust to new medical conditions and watch children and grandchildren spread their wings and fly. Sometimes the transition is a friend moving to London and sometimes it's farewell to Pink Saturday. 

I've got a mix of grateful and sad right now and I'm reminded of a favorite Wordsworth poem, Ode: Intimations of Immortality, the "splendor in the grass" poem.

What though the radiance which was once so bright

Be now for ever taken from my sight,

                Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

                      We will grieve not, rather find

                      Strength in what remains behind

 Actually I will grieve for the hour of splendour in the grass, whether it's my pleasant afternoon Pink Saturday ritual or the company of friends long gone. But like Wordsworth I will find strength in what remains behind. 

     

As ever, thanks for visiting. Tomorrow morning I'm off on an autumn adventure and a blogger meetup. Here's to a great week, Buttercupland, friends.