Sorry that I haven't been posting much besides garden and plant stuff lately. I haven't been feeling at my best mentally, I've felt tired a lot, and gardening and plants are the only things that have both made me both want to write and that I feel like I can write (semi-) coherently about. Every time I want to write something about history, my life, or some other issue, I start worrying if my post really is worthwhile or makes any sense or is pointless or will unnecessarily offend someone, or whether it accurately represents what I am really thinking, etc., etc. Frankly, I didn't start blogging to add another pointless obsessive self-imposed emotional burden to my life, so I avoid posting except for the few subjects that are free of this emotional baggage. (Given my talent for creating pointless self-imposed emotional burdens, I shouldn't be so surprised that this has happened.)
The same issue applies to a certain degree commenting on other peoples' blogs.
Hopefully this will pass.