Monday, 30 November 2015

Days decreasing, nights increasing.

November is leaving with gale and gust. A southwest wind blowing the 30th night out and the first day of December in. November, your days have been full of weather. A friend said to me last week, "it doesn't matter what way you face or stand, the rain will find its way into you!" It was coming from all directions.

November is also the month I opened my small online shop a year ago. Since then, unexpected travels for my prints. The little squirrel above flew to Australia, to a Chestnut Farm (I never new there was such a thing!) to sweeten the dreams of a 4 year old daughter. "St. Kevin and The Blackbird" to Canada, a present for a husband who is a fan of the poet Seamus Heaney. And a daughter in Norway who thought "Knitting and Tea" reminded her of her mother - a tea-loving knitter. (Thank you all for your support!)

Where will they go to next year? Like the November winds, blowing where they will.

Saturday, 31 October 2015

October. Deireadh F├│mhair (harvest end).

Happy last day of October - you have been mellow (the light) and mild (the temperature and breezes) and kind (little rain).

You have given walks along golden decorated pathways.

You have provided the sound accompaniment of golden rustlings and whisperings underfoot.

And painted splashes of ruby and scarlet (otherwise known as rose hips). (have you ever noticed that the colours used to describe Autumn are the same as for jewels and gems? Gold, Amber, Ruby, Bronze, Copper).

Your days are getting late early since the clocks went back an hour last weekend, meaning evening walks must be taken earlier now. more time to light an evening candle when I get home.

Monday, 14 September 2015

Weaving among gold

Golden Mornings. Golden evenings. But each one arriving and departing with a hint of chill mist and dew. "Ginny-joes" (otherwise known as dandelion clocks) floating everywhere, alighting anywhere (in my hair, on the leaves, before flying away again). Warm colours beginning to tint the leaves, sighing a more rustle-y whisper when the wind blows through. September. With your pools of gold.

Coffee with a friend at favourite cafe, among trees, where they have piles of woollen blankets to keep you warm.

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

A little change in the air.

A week of sunlit warmth for Summer to slowly begin to wave goodbye.
Golden patches of sun to be found later in the mornings. Walks with an occasional leaf falling quietly and slowly. Morning and evening surprises of Summer-sounding birds. Window still open, reaching for an extra cardigan in the evenings.

Some new prints from my on-line shop:

You make my branches grow.
Summer is shyly waving goodbye here, but is waving hello on the other side of the world. The cuckoo sings its arrival, meadows bloom and trees come into leaf. The ewe bleats after her lamb and the cow is lowing for her calf.

Star-gazing seat.
Light dims earlier and then starry skies. A low-hanging crescent moon, a sliver of gold nearly tipping the earth. Next weekend is a full moon. Lets sit on this comfy seat and watch for it.

St. Kevin and the Blackbird. (a Seamus Heaney poem)
St Kevin was known as a lover of nature. Legend has it that one day Kevin was praying with his arms outstretched in his cell in Glendalough. His cell was so small that his hands reached out the windows. As he was praying, a blackbird came and nestled in his open hand. The blackbird built a nest and laid her eggs. St. Kevin decided he wouldn't move his arms until the egg had hatched and the chick flown away. 

Friday, 14 August 2015

Julember, Augtober (July acting like September, August being like October).

The darkest nights produce the brightest stars. There is an area in South-western Ireland with skies so dark it has been designated a Dark-Sky Reserve. With the Atlantic Ocean on one side and miles away from any nearby towns on the other, there is very little light pollution. I think it would be wonderful to look up there on a clear night.

The moon on my painting table. I got to touch it (while peeling off masking fluid) ;)

A summer of cloudscapes, leaf rustling breezes and showers. July like September and August like October. A reminder that I live on an island in the north Atlantic Ocean.

Monday, 20 July 2015

Swimming in Sicilly

Lemons, the juiciest olives and tomatoes, almond-flavoured-everything, basil-scented-everywhere.

 So many blues.

 The sky the bluest of all.

Just-one-more-swim days.

Friday, 26 June 2015

"Svmer Is Icumen In"

My painting "Summer is coming in, loudly sings cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo..." will be on show tonight at an evening of Folk songs, Ballads and art. The musicians and artists were set a theme (pre-1945 songs about animals) so I'm looking forward to seeing all the animal themed art and hearing some toe-tapping music :)

Musical and leafy green wishes to your weekend :)