The evening approaches…
Taking Jack out for a walk was pleasant as the air was still and warm.
One of the first real signs of Spring is birdsong…excessive birdsong…morning, noon and evening!
The gardens here at Bealtaine are taking on some extraordinary colours as the spring proceeds.
White, cream, shades of pink and amber…all these colours represent the life force awakening!
Jack is driven mad with scents…of the badger, hare, frog, all traversing the ground as the earth awakens!
Buds are beginning to appear on one of the Pear trees near the cottage.
The young Lilac tree has a thickening of green buds.
Moss that has spent the winter covering the ground, is beginning to loosen and rise in clumps, as the grass beneath it pushes upwards, towards the light.
Catkins hang majestically from the Hazel trees.
The leaves of the Blackcurrant are opening.
The morning is damp.
This has been one of the wettest winters on record!
The earth is water-logged!
Despite this, the spring is coming in fast…
Kerria is just starting to bud, it will be a couple of weeks and full bloom will show.
Catkins are making a fine show on many of the willow varieties.
Cotoneaster buds continue to thicken and the Dogwood tips have gone a brilliant shade of lime green. This makes a stunning contrast to the red stems!
Catkins have come through on most of the willow and some have even shedded and come into leaf…yes, Spring has sprung !
Even the girls are fussing over eggs, despite the absence of a cockerel!
There must be hundreds of frogs in the upper and lower ponds this morning…it sits in huge pools of thick, shiny blackness all over the ponds.
There’s a green haze covering some of the older trees, especially in the distance where an ancient oak nestles into a dip between a stream and hillock. It’s top-most branches have developed a dull green haze, almost like an aura of life!
Here she sits.
Missy loves the heat from the stove in the kitchen and as she has been poorly I am tolerant of anywhere she finds comfort! On this occasion it happens to be the shelf to the left of the stove.
It’s the early evening now at Bealtaine.
There’s a gentle rain falling outside.
The cottage is warm. The stove has been lit since early this morning.
It’s just gone 6pm here in the west of Ireland.
There’s a smell of wood-smoke on the evening air.
The birds continue to sing around the cottage…Blackbirds mostly! They mark out their territory, first thing in the morning and last thing at night, by going to all four corners of their own little piece of land and singing out loudly!
Sunday, Sunday…love this day!