Posts about Seasons in Ireland
On having an inkling about 2015
The haze was low this morning, wafting across the fields like an amber blanket. The combination of dawn and lingering mist is one to savour for any photographer. So even though it’s still a bit foggy, my word for 2015 is “inkling” Inkling – a vague idea or notion, a slight understanding, hint, […]
The gloaming
In winter our planet moves around to the best possible angle for evening sun. Through my kitchen window, night after December night, the gloaming envelops everything with it’s vibrance. And as 2014 is coming to an end, it’s now time to hibernate, look back and look forward. Every year around this […]
Outside it’s winter, but inside……..
Outside it may be winter but if you are back here, reading this, you are helping to create an inner glow of warmth! From the wonderful book lovers who have been buying my book, to bloggers and on line friends who have shared, every positive word of encouragement has really […]
November morning in Ireland
It’s early and deadly still. The best part of the day. I can see my neighbour on the hill checking her sheep. It’s the same lane, the same field but in the morning frost, this dawn creates another world. Later, the wind will whip up a little and the sun will fill up […]
To whom are we beautiful?
In the beginning there is a thick mist. Somewhere the dawn is breaking but on the lane this morning it happens slowly. A tractor engine is idling. He’s warming the engine while he empties the dregs of a pot of tea down on top of two slices of brown bread and marmalade. […]
To the waters and the wild
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild. With a faery, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. “The Stolen Child” is a poem by William Butler Yeats, published in 1889 Listen to the poem set to music by the Waterboys here See more wild […]
Set free in a loose garden
We inhaled the scent of herbs on the soft balmy air. Occasional yelps of joy bounced across the lake as youngsters leapt into the water from the dodgy bough that leans out over the deeper water. The Irish feel such deep relaxation in our bodies when the temperatures soar. So we are elated […]
Wild foxgloves on the lane
Wild Foxgloves appear in a new place each year, especially some old patch that has been recently cleared. A corner of rocky earth suddenly gives birth to an abundance of the most exotic of our wildflowers. They nestle under trees and festoon the hedgerows. They peep over the tallest grasses and parade their […]
