These are the Jewish High Holy Days, and I’m writing about a tradition called daf yomi, the practice of reading one page (a daf) of the Talmud every day. There is something similar in the Christian faith, a year of studying the Bible, but such is the richness and heft of the Talmud that at a page a day it takes seven and a half years to read it all.

I mention this because a friend of mine paid the blog a compliment. What’s most important about the daf yomi, he’s been told, is not the daf, the page of sacred text, though it is holy beyond measure. The point is the yomi, the dailyness of the practice.

The point of my blog is the yomi, too, he said. I appreciated the fact that he understands A Walker in the Suburbs, though not surprised because he’s a former colleague who heard me talk about the blog in 2010, the year I started it.

My blog is daily by design. Some weeks I throw in a Saturday or Sunday, but I always post Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Some days I have much to say, others not much at all. But the discipline is what I’m after, bringing to each day the habit of noticing.

(On a woods walk last year, I noticed how a drop of water disturbed — and beautified — a puddle.)