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

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.

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.

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.