Another Year of Posting - December 2025

2025 has come to a close here on the blog with this non-gardening post being the 366th post.  I seem to have over-posted in June (31 posts), but otherwise have hit my annual goal of posting everyday for the year.  Never-the-less, That means that 2025 is not a Gold Star blogging year, but still got the job done.

Last year, I put up 367 posts (Leap Year) - another non-Gold-star year due to duplicate date posts.

This is the 11th straight year of 365+ posts and the 21st year of blogging on my own domain.    There were 3 other years (2010, 2011, 2012) that I went the distance before taking off to write on a political blog for a year.  

At 11 years, that makes it 4000 straight days of flexing this writing muscle.  Pretty, pretty, pretty good.  

Of course, the bulk of the posts were focused in my [garden diary] and I once-again failed at trying to distribute the content beyond being indexed into Google.  For 3/4s of the year, I restricted the ChatGPT crawler, but I took that robots file restriction down in the Fall.  I figured...why be the guy yelling at clouds.

Am I still enjoying this?  Yes.  

When I took the audience out of the equation back in January of 2010, I've changed how I approach the writing and who is accruing the value (the reader vs. the writer).   Since then, I've missed out on social media posting and the creator revolution that has taken place on those platforms.  

But, like muscle, the body will encounter atrophy if you don't exercise it.  With AI taking over the bulk of writing these days, I'll continue to refuse to outsource my own creativity and writing here on the blog to Gemini or ChatGPT.  Otherwise, my muscle will, indeed, atrophy.

What does 2026 have in store?  More posting about the garden.  I have plans, oh...do I have plans.  Expand my cut flower set-up, finish the pizza oven.  Do better containers.   I've been on Needlepoint TikTok lately and I'm sure that I don't need to try that.  But, maybe birding will come back?  Or, I'll be a more active composter vs. the very, very passive one that I am now.