Evening at Bealtaine Cottage and the the night is drawing in.
The sunshine of this morning ebbed and flowed all day, like the waves on the strand at Rosses Point, as the sun dipped in and out of rolling clouds that occasionally deposited rain.
Strange weather, but the day was passed in constructive ways.
I sorted out the recycling, washing out cans and finding all sorts of uses for them.
They make great tea-light holders, piercing holes in the sides using a hammer and nail to make patterns.
The one above sits atop the hot stove, filled with water and essential oils, that emits small wisps of fragranced steam into the cottage.
Vases were dusted…
…as the dogs played in the porch, rearranging their beds as you can see…
At least the continual drizzle keeps all growing and lush…
