Early Birds and Night Owls

 Early birds

Night owls


Are you an early bird or a night owl?
Me? I am trying to be an early bird these days;)

For the early birds, some early blooming flowers (the purple-pink Morning Glory) and the chirps of robin, wren and blackbird - usually the first to sing. Also a cup of morning tea to revive and why not some candlelight for the quiet time.

For the night owls, some flowers that begin to bloom in the evening (Four o'clocks, Evening Primrose and Moon Flower), the presence of candlelight. Hot chocolate with marshmallow helps too.

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.

Nollaig Shona. Happy Christmas.

White winter berries, red berries, holly, scents of pine, rustling sounds, and Christmas roses (the white flower, I never knew there was such a thing!), cosy cups of warm and sweet, in-between last-minute things, ribbons, envelopes, twinkling lights brightening up the darkest nights. Wishing all these and warm winter wishes to all who have visited here in the past year. Thank you. See you soon.
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And ♥️'s to those who might be lonely, alone or cold at this time of year.


A merry Christmas gift-away: if you would like a chance to win my print "We're Always Connected By Underground Wires",  A butterfly in my hair blog is spreading some Christmas joy along with some other beautiful handmade gifts by some talented and lovely ladies. Good luck!

Near and Far

Thinking of someone faraway? A friend on the other side of the world? A loved one ten thousand or just 10 kilometres away? My illustration, "We're Always Connected By Underground Wires" now available as an A4 print in my little on-line shop.  

Early evening very near - sunset at 4.07pm. Summer and sunlight a faraway memory, the closeness now of a candle and some twinkly lights.

Addressing envelopes with faraway addresses, a moment of nearness.

Remember the birds

Hello first day of December. Mild and misty you are this first morning. Milder on the western seaboard, the weatherman says on the radio, and rain on the way for the afternoon, spreading from the west. The afternoon will be for painting so.

My 94 year old Grand-uncle farmer sits by his window, also in the west of Ireland, observing the weather and the birds - he cannot walk out and about as much these days - but he always feeds the birds and he says they come back and sing for him. They are good company those little friends.  The painting above is inspired by him (available as an A4 print in my little shop). Don't forget to feed the birds this winter - it will be like a song investment!

Open. On a Monday in November.

    

After many weeks hammering and sawing and constructing and arranging, my little on-line shop is officially open! On a soft Monday afternoon in November, the footpaths a little wet and slippy with leaves but the air mild and the light infused with a gentle ray of sunlight. You are very welcome to take a peek!

Grey greetings November

A November weekend unfolding in many tones of grey. Paynes grey mixed with tiniest splash of Ultramarine blue and an even tinier splash of pale yellow for a wash of sky. River reflecting that grey but darkened with burnt umber. Greys that are 5000 thousand years in this landscape; stones carried by many hands to make a monument of light. How did they know the course of the sun so well. A silvery grey the moment a mist descended. Crows cawing, the perfect sound accompaniment for the greying afternoon.

Happy new week with scents of fresh wet leaves and misty morning walks.