Sammy-Bear lies concussed by the heat from the wood burning stove! It’s a tough life being a cat at Bealtaine Cottage!
Over the past week there has been a struggle between Winter and Spring as temperatures have moved up and down the thermometer, with hard frost, heavy rain, warm nights and brilliant sun all in the mix!
The rising sun reflected in the mirror at the far end of the veranda.
The amazing light of early Spring…
Moving closer to the mirror, the rising sun looks back at me over the head of the Buddha…quite otherworldly.
This was how the Romantic Poets viewed the world…through a mirror…I understand why!
Further down the gardens, the last seed-head of the Gunnera Manicata stands tall against the storms of winter, saluting the Spring.
The ponds have remained in flood during this winter, the wettest on record since 1866 here in Ireland.
Catkins stand out against a brilliant blue sky, providing some little food for any early Bees.
The shadows of Spring are long, casting patterns and shapes on an ever-changing tapestry.
The kitchen is illuminated by a different light…the light of Spring.
