WINTER IN IRELAND

We are ending the month of November and with routine changes and many things to attend to recently I’m only now starting to slow down and to dwell on what I’m at and what I would like to focus on in the next few winter months.  I love winter.

Right now I like how there is such attention on gratefulness by so many people, so many friends.  When looking at the small gifts we receive everyday, it’s easy to feel gratitude.

Well, my garden is full of seedheads attracting goldfinches. And new life is to be seen in primroses starting to flower.

The sun is out today and there is ony a little breeze.  The garden has not yet died down so far, our really cold weather only arrives in January and usually last untill April. Our daffodils are already showing their head above soil. I could do work out there but I’m inclined to leave the seedheads for the birds, and as well as that the soil, the grass, everything is sodden, the rains having taken care of that.  So I will leave the outside work for now, and I will make my adventkrans instead. 

Wishing everyone an enjoyable Thanksgiving day

ON THE ROAD TO DURRUS

It has been a beautiful,  long, and busy summer with very little rain and pleasant warm temperatures.   I’ve collected a number of photos and writing which I’ll blog about over the winter months,  over the rainy season, but for now just some recent pictures.  

Driving over the Mine Road to Durrus in West Cork
A typical Irish house of last century
I just came across this dahlia somewhere
One late summer morning in the garden

I’m looking forward to catch up with everyone during the next while.

TIME FOR THE GARDEN

My grandson helping me, so valuable.

With the month of March well under way our garden is crying out for attention.  I have great plans this year, among other things is planting more vegetables and in order to realise this I’m digging up one third of our small lawn. Exciting! 

I have been suffering a bit from writers block for a while now, hopefully my muze will return soon.

Wishing everyone a glorious spring, or as it happens, autumn time. Much love.