Posts about Seasons in Ireland
Pastel diary
Pink, blue, lavender and softest grey, the pastel diary of early spring days. The promise of a new palette. Until then soak in the light, the heart, the hope. Warmth streaming through the window after our wintery lunch. Pull back the curtains, throw open the door and listen to the whisper of the world turning.
The colour purple
After the devastation of the storm, the tree may be gone but the crocuses are still blooming unharmed beneath it……
Green shoots!!
And just when it seemed like the relentless greyness would never return to light, under the dark compost, luscious rhubarb was being reborn. It distracted me from the gloom……. Green shoots, seeking light, embracing shade and living in glorious colour……..
Hurtling towards our future at 1670 kilometres per hour
Myself and the neighbours sky watch and throw our wishes for light into every short encounter. From “there’s a stretch in the evenings” to “as long as it’s bright” we are guilty of the most repetitive weather conversations that can be had. From the top of the hill you can see the […]
In the bleak mid-winter
I’ve been laid up with a resistant bacterial infection which has made me housebound beyond even what I can bear. So photographing the view from the window is limited by the lens capacity and the increasing greyness of winter….. I’ve amused myself by seeing how far I can […]
Lost in leafy light
Do you share a memory of lying under trees, watching the light flicker through the leaves? Did you throw yourself onto the grass and stare into the sky? Did you roll in leaves and kick them down the path on the way home from school, or half close your eyes to see faeries […]
The cool balm of rain
Needing balm, something to soothe and cool, I turned again to the simple task of looking. Fired up and blasted off like a rocket that morning, by the end of the day I was dragging myself around. Too many stories had caught my eye. There were so many burrows to explore. Strategies and crucial questions […]
The edge of our future
We are wandering close to the edge of our future. While the International Monetary Fund pack their bags we in Ireland are left with much unfinished business. My usually upbeat tribe of creatives are struggling to stay grounded. Looking for direction, going up blind alleys, flying kites. There are flashes of brilliance. […]
November rhythms and roses
As November takes hold, maybe winter begins? The community on the hill and here on the lane are winding down, burrowing in behind closed doors. Close to the window there are white roses budding and flowering, in their own rhythm. Sure they don’t seem to know if it’s day or night! And in the […]
