Friday in June miscellany

It rained all day today. But it was a nice, cosy soundtrack whilst painting at my table. The birds remembered, though the weather forgot, that it was June and chirped through the rain. Thinking about the weather outside today, remembering the weather last friday on a sunny evening walk during a weekend trip to the west..... 

Collecting flowers from along the roadside. I hope my aunt wont mind me putting them in a jar on her kitchen table.

Sun beginning to set. The little triangle in the distance is Croagh Patrick, 60km away in the distance, 764metres high (a big triangle really!).

This song has me bopping in my chair while painting, with the rain for company :)

Shadow shapes

 

A path painted yellow by the evening sunlight. Too inviting to not follow and see where it brings me.

  

  

Stepping over stripes painted by shadows.

Hawthorn scents and dapples of light. 

 Light and dark

 For once I am really tall, :) 

The South Wind blows

   

Listening to violin music on a radio programme broadcast from the edge of Europe from the most westerly tip of the Dingle peninsula. Sounds from one place to another. Funny how sounds can travel so far. And what stories they tell. And feelings and atmospheres they create

Here is some music (for ears that are far away and near), for a tranquil and balmy weekend.

Above: a boy making his own music despite (or maybe because of) the ever-changing waves. 

"I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship" ~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women.

September blooms

     

Creamy white Roses and Baby's Breath from a friend's September bouquet. Add some apple blossom (the Apple tree is for the month of September in Irish folklore, symbolising replenishment and healing) and not forgetting some Sweet Williams for the groom :).

Cherry blossom hellos.

A hello from my back door step this morning. A gusty wind is blowing all the petals down from the trees. Last week it was really Spring. Surprises of hidden clusters of flowers. Bright colours peeping out from here and there. Clouds sailing across clear blue skies. Birdsong accompanied slow sunsets (bright til 9pm now!!). Warm, gentle breezes that have become a strong, stormy wind today. Nice company, the wind, on my walk. Nice sound company too now that I am back inside, listening to the gales racing and chasing outside the house.

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.

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