Today I felt a tiny bit sad.
Not for any reason in particular…I’m sure we all feel like this every so often.
I “heard” the look.
The Christmas Eve moon rises over Bealtaine Cottage.
The air is still and warm, yet the clouds rush by in the upper sky.
The cottage lies snug and warm.
Dogs are walked and cats sleep in the warmest corners of the cottage.
Wood-smoke fills the air outside.
Peace and joy to you this eve.
Ireland is capable of producing a lot of food, not just meat and dairy, but fruit and vegetables of all kinds.
We could have a great wool industry!
We were famous for our Crystal from Waterford!
Irish people are hard-working and dedicated.
What is needed is courage, integrity and honesty in our political leaders.
We need political leaders with vision and confidence…
If only we had leadership…
I have cut back many of the Dogwoods in the upper gardens and have been busily replanting some of the better cuttings.
The entrance to the Fairy Dell is enveloped in the striking reds of Dogwoods.
These easy to grow [stick a wand in the earth] shrubs are incredibly valuable to me…the stems remain a vivid red all winter, I use them in Willow wreaths for vibrant colour and vase arrangements in the cottage to brighten a dull day.
The birds will eat the juicy ripe berries and the bees will enjoy the delicate spring flowers on the old stems.
Cobwebs everywhere shining with tiny drops of dew.
I walked through the Fairy Dell to the sound of the Blackbird rustling about among the fallen leaves, searching for breakfast!
It wasn’t just the mountains that had disappeared, this morning, into the mist, but most of the land as well.
My garden had vanished this morning!
It’s strange because the air was so still and the bird calls seemed to echo in the mist.
I hope it’s like this at Samhain…so many preparations are under way, especially gathering in the apples and preparing them for the freezer.
Despite the warm and sunny days, nights are cold and lots of little creatures are seeking hibernation spots…
I have to keep the windows closed at night for fear of having to share this cottage with too many visitors!
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!
Sunday afternoon. The first in July. Bealtaine basks in the sunshine.