The birds appear to have wakened in the cool of evening, filling the air with song and calls, as though they’d spent the day in the shade of the nest, keeping still and cool.
The grass paths are mowed in the upper gardens and plants cut back to allow safe passage.
This is Ireland at her best, with long cool evenings complete with blue sky until nearly the witching hour. Just as the fragrant roses have gone over on the veranda, archways of roses burst into being.
Roses and Virginia Creeper support one another in a frenzy of growth.
Less than a week until the Midsummer Solstice and the Earth knows.
She sings a song of endless summer days and green abundance.
Seeds are forming.
Fruit develops and ripens.
Blackcurrants darken and plump out.
Geraniums spill out from under Blackcurrant bushes.
Lady’s Mantle flowers and falls over, drunk with summer!
And the Bealtaine Angel is surrounded by rose petals at Summer Cottage.
Water drops on Lady’s Mantle…one of the reasons why this perennial is so beautiful and loved here at Bealtaine.Picked all this beautiful Chard in the tunnel this morning to juice with some apples and kick-start my day…and it did!Pulling and stretching the sourdough is really therapeutic! I’m using the recipe from Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall…It’s looking good…now to wait for the rise…The bread has spread…oh dear! I have a feeling that either the starter is too powerful or I needed to add more flour…I’ll get there eventually!