As a conscious act, we document our inner and outer selves, meticulously curating the facets of our existence, both the painful and the triumphant, that we wish to leave behind in the world.
Holly Marie Armishaw
Ireland’s most spectacular wild flower is blooming prolifically on the lane today. The Foxglove, Digitalis purpurea, An Lus Mór, reaching up to 150 cm high and hosting up to 75 individual flowers on each stem is everywhere. I remember so well as a child putting the little flowers on each finger as […]
It’s early, 4 am. It’s going to be a good day, the darkness is a kind of blue. A spooky mist is rising from the lake. As the sun starts to brighten in the east it gradually takes on a warm tinge. It is very cold but the wafts of mist promise the warmth of […]
When it is over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world. -Mary Oliver Dusk light with the reflections of the still twinkling […]
“…and the grove of trees growing out over their lake……wind down snake-like roots that reach as far as the water and help keep it dark” Beowolf A deep green rim of algae has appeared at the edge of the lake. On a grey afternoon this created the most enchanting dark mirror for […]
Some mysterious things go on in the world. Many that most of us don’t expect, support or buy into. While we all have to mull over and face up to our fair share, it is often hard to find solutions to the myriad of problems that absorb us. Foxglove Lane is an oasis from […]
Out of the blue last week I got a tweet about a link to “mushroom/eco/death.” The whole thing looked so weird that the thought it might be some kind of twitter virus actually crossed my mind….. I had been perusing the mushroom world recently, as I know […]
Had a look out in the undergrowth after recent stormy and wet weather and was so happy to find a summery pair, and it seemed as if each of them looked me straight in the eye! Were they aware of my presence? I like to think so…….
It is said that Brandon Creek in County Kerry was the point of departure for St. Brendan who set out from here in the 6th century (long before Columbus) and after seven years discovered America. In 1976 Tim Severin again set out from here in a replica boat and the following […]
I know the neighbours despair of my nettle border and my overwhelming gorse mountain but I can’t resist including them all in my mixed up wild, cultivated garden. There are so many parts of the country where the verges and the hedgerows are devoid of life. Grass grows, but the […]