Lemons! I can have lemons again! I gave them up, if you’ll recall, back in March, when I decided to restrict myself to food grown within the U.S. and Canada only (as local as I’m going for the time being). Finally, this precious yellow fruit — along with blueberries, but unfortunately not yet avocados — has cropped up in California, which means my room-temperature water will taste a little less bland and my salad dressings will be a little zingier.
I’m officially one-quarter of the way through this green challenge, which is satisfying in some ways, but also makes me incredibly panicky about what on earth I’m going to have to do to round out the other three-quarters of the year. I never really plan my green moves more than a few days in advance, and I’m starting to think that there might not be 365 aspects of my life I can change (again, suggestions more than welcome), at least not without resorting to more drastic measures like getting rid of my car, restricting my food and drink consumption to the borders of Ontario and — god forbid — unplugging my hair dryer.
The more I go along with this blog, the more I’m encouraged by how much support I get from readers, but with every new reader comes even more pressure to pull this whole thing off, and I seriously have my doubts. After getting some coverage on TreeHugger, a few pingbacks and a Thinking Blogger award, turning this into a weekly column for the National Post, acquiring an agent and speaking to some publishers, as well as boosting my hit count to over 1,000 a day, it’s dawned on me that, at this point, there’s no turning back (help!).
But on a lighter note: Sometime this past month I discovered a fascinating tool in WordPress that lets me see what Google searches have led people to this site. Sometimes it’s stuff that makes sense, like “natural dishwashing powder” or “what is a thistle?”, but other times it’s been anything from “poo of the day” to “funky chicken” (I’m guessing that was thanks to my funky chicken doorstop post). Either way, it never ceases to amaze me what people type into their search engines and how they end up here, reading about some crazy girl in Toronto who turned off her fridge.