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

Fluich agus scamallach. Wet and cloudy.

Listening to the aimsir (weather in Irish) on the radio. The words fluich agus scamallach mentioned more than a few times. And the same squelchy sounding words heard for the weather forecast for the coming weekend. Fluich agus scamallach walking - with a yellow umbrella - a wish for sunshine!

Rain painting, painting rain

Many walks this July with raincoat always on and hood always up. Feet getting sprinkled with raindrops walking through tall grasses. Ears attuned to sounds of millions of drops falling through leaves. For the eyes, a palette of greys, greens and hay coloured grasses. Soft tones because the sun is hiding.

July

PJ and Piscín

A farmer and a cat he rescued as a kitten. Her name is Snowball, though she was more of a dainty Snowflake when found - they all call her Piscín - West of Ireland Irish for kitten.

When Snowball was a little Snowflake.

Rain Music

Rain is the artist today. Painting in shades of soft green and grey.

Steady tapping rhythm of millions of tiny drops dripping down through the leaves of a forest.
Softer and lighter sounds, rain carried on the wind in an open field of long grass.

Expanding dimples in the puddles.

Wedding (blue)bells

Collecting flowers for a dear friend's wedding on mid-summer's day. Bluebells, Primroses and Daisies are her favourites. Bluebells that glow under old trees. Primroses, the first flowers of Spring. And Daisies that little girls (and some not so little) make daisy chains out of.

Add some whispering Oak leaves and acorns. All gathered together for a wedding bouquet.