If you have notice that my layout is ever so simple. Pictures are just stack together. I would sometimes use collage but i made sure that my son's photo is at the middle, big & glaring even. Also in here at How Does Your Garden Grow. I would post massive amount of pictures and would just stack them. I am wishing that the other visitors wont mind.
The reason for this is my mother. She is my main reader lately. She doesnt know how to use my sister's netbook but she does know (me thinks) how to scroll up and down. I want my layout to be super friendly for her as she's got poor eyesight. Sadly poor is an understatement (there goes my tears). This blog no matter how much it is about her, she wont read the words. She cant read the words. She will only look at the photos. She cant see it words this small anymore. When we would skype with her, her face is so near the netbook that me and my son feels that we are talking to her forehead.
Macro shots are a blessing to her as its makes her see the details of the flower wee bit better. I am working hard on being better on that even if I know that I am old now and you cant teach old dogs new trick but myabe this dog can still learn a thing or 2.
I am trying my best to connect. Even if I dont have any comment from her I know that she enjoys my blog because I blog about her most fave thing in the whole wide world: my son and flowers.
I have this dream of buying her a decent laptop with a massive monitor. I cant of course buy her one as we are struggling in here. But it is a dream.
Saying that I am now posting photos of flowers and plants that I took at a park near here. Everytime I take photos she is always in my head. This is for her more than me. I can't give her laptops, money and great house but I can give her photos of blooms that we use to dream of having, planting when I am still at home as a kid. The pictures that I am taking are not the most pretty but these are the pictures of the flowers that we use to dream about. Vivid red and yellows, deep violets, beds of whites, touch of maroon and fields of green. My gift to my mother's eyes… burst of colors.