Monday, 14 April 2014

Aisling's April


A small handful of April flowers for Aisling (Ash-ling. A dream or a vision) an April birthday girl. Bluebells, Primroses and cherry plum blossoms. A small reminder of April's delight to have all year round.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Spring-ing. Hello April.



April is arraying herself in Spring loveliness. Hints and whispers of green... chestnut baby leaves unfurling. Small speckles underfoot... dainty Spring flowers dotting highways and byways. Overhead, frills and flounces of blossoms. Shy and brave at the same time.

First lunch eaten out in the garden where I saw a butterfly flutterby. And ladybirds surprising me in unexpected corners (one in my bedroom!).

And at the beginning and end of each day the birdsong - like the "key to the morning and the latch of the evening."

"key to the morning and the latch of the evening." - Ghandi

Friday, 14 March 2014

The hare's corner

Do you know the hare's corner?

Maybe you keep a hare's corner of some sort?

It used to be a farmer's tradition to leave a corner of the field uncut at harvest time, preserving it as a refuge for the hare.

Friday, 7 March 2014

Up the airy mountains

A bend in the corner, to who-knows-where.

 Snow blankets covering the high up places.

 Turn to look over my shoulder behind me - hello Dublin down in the distance. On a clear day you can see Wales from here *waving*.

Hurry home before the rain comes.

Friday, 28 February 2014

Magnetic north

Caoilainn (Kee+linn. Caoil "slender" and fionn "fair, pure") wondered why her compass was pointing in a different direction to everybody else's.

Monday, 24 February 2014

Spring mirror

Two months of stormy weather has washed February clean and today is scrubbed and sparkling fresh. The brown-grey puddles are now blue and still, Cerulean Blue, mirroring the bright high-sprung sky. Trees and long grasses, everything absorbing and reflecting the Spring sun. Even the people I meet on my morning walk smiling back to me!

Above: I wonder where this fellow is racing off to.....

Saturday, 1 February 2014

The year's at the Spring

The first day of Spring, though nobody has told the weather. Wintry colours and sounds all around. Splashing through puddles of Burnt Umber and Paynes Grey. Wild wind painting crimson and red onto cheeks, each face a different shade. The wind also catching and carrying voices here and there to who knows where. Bell tinkling over coffee shop door. Cup of coffee waiting to warm up cold fingers again while raindrops and wind continue their chorus on the window.

At my desk, different colours to those outdoors, wishes for Spring: pinks, reds, lilacs, and drops of Spring shower blues.

Hints and hopes of Spring, goodbye to January, hello to February :)