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Not for any reason in particular…I’m sure we all feel like this every so often.
So there I was, having a good old wallow in being down, when something caught my eye, causing me to look up.
It was a simple cameo…a blackbird that peered inquisitively back at me through the kitchen window.
I “heard” the look.
The beautiful bird brought me a message from Nature, saying, quite simply, “look!”
There was an entire world around me that was saying, “Step in here and lift your heart up!”
Since this morning I have looked and been lifted.
Now, here I am, sat by the keyboard, writing this blog and inviting you to share some uplifting pictures of what I have seen this year…
Thanks to the Divine energy all around us that creates such beauty…Thanks!
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!
My visitors have left. Home made wine and pocheen, lots of home made vegan food and cakes and talk into the wee small hours…what better way to share a weekend!
Sunday afternoon. The first in July. Bealtaine basks in the sunshine.
Willow has been trimmed. Grass cut. Pumpkins are in flower.
The pears are making good progress on the youngest of the Pear Trees planted here at Bealtaine Cottage. I continue to feed the earth around them with a liquid tea made from nettles and comfrey.
The heady scent of Meadowsweet fills the air on this calm and balmy Sunday afternoon. It grows all over the Bog garden…here is some in the woodland, Fairy dell.
On an afternoon such as this I feel almost intoxicated as I walk around the gardens, with sweets scents filling the air and bees flying to and fro along their pathways of pollen.
Turning to look back at the tunnel as I approach the Fairy Dell, I am taken with the sounds coming from the blackcurrant bushes, only to see a Blackbird swooping out from a gorgefest of fruit…
Geraniums and Oregano spill across mown grass paths. All is peace.