Summer has magically disappeared, just like in the magicians’ trick. Yesterday was a strange day! The clouds appeared to stand still all day long…
The soft rain has settled in drops on the red Perlagonium…Geranium to you and me! Red geraniums are linked in the minds eye with the Irish cottage. The simple, stark, vivid red stands out against the whitewash of the cottage walls. So much of Irish tradition has become subsumed into the vulgarity that was the so-called Celtic Tiger. One would be heard-pressed to find a traditional cottage that is lived in and cared for…most have been allowed to fall back into the ground.
This is the 5th year of bloom for this lovely white flower, planted into tyres around the veranda rose, it never fails to make a show of itself!
Strawberries in Hanging Baskets…
continue to fruit and ripen and be gorged upon!
Delightful is the season’s splendour,
winter’s rough wind has gone;
bright is every fertile wood,
a joyful peace is summer.
-“Maytime,” Irish, 9th Century.
Yes! Bloody cold enough for the woolies to be brought out from hibernation under the bed! The west of Ireland is cold and windy and the stove is lit and I have a shawl around my shoulders as I type! Truly!
despite the weather the strawberries continue to give out the lushest of fruit, to be picked at and gorged upon each time I pass through the veranda.
I deliberately don’t buy imported fruit or stuff out of season as it makes summer all the more welcome!