2015, the gate is open.

You have been here a week already with us 2015. Seven days so far and no two the same; one day windy and stormy, next day clear and bright. 358 more days, to smile, to paint, to enjoy cups of tea, to be kind, to take time. To open gates and see where they will lead.

Lets go for a walk down the bog road

the bog road...

 walking amid tree shadows...

 past a deserted house...

and some wild flowers...

In his mind, his fields become presences;

The feel of their colours, the brace of their walls

Have greened his mind and tempered his heart.

For the Farmer ~ by John O'Donohue