Spring progresses through the west of Ireland.
It may be Earth Day, but every day is so.
Earth is our only home.
Now that the warmer days are here, the cottage has gone into reversal, remaining cool and dark on hot days, when it is a relief to walk indoors.
It is evening as I write and the rain is falling, fast filling the barrels that have run dry over recent days.
I have lit the stove in the Lodge and am in the midst of painting the floor a nice shade of navy blue.
This little wood-burner more than earns its keep here at Bealtaine Cottage. Before I started painting the floor, clothes were drying beside the stove.
Life at the end of Empire is quite comfortable and cheap, as this little home crafted bench, sitting outside the lodge window, testifies.
A beautiful day to be sure, but night is falling and the kettle sings a song of tea and toast once more…
Blessings from Bealtaine…
Continuing to empty the freezer of last summer’s huge harvest of black and red currants…so, it’s more wine on the make!
Colours in the gardens continue to develop with very little need for flowers…and those that are in bloom are strong perennials that are here to stay!
Roses hang heavy around the veranda. Valerian comes up through the gravel, astounding me year after year…where does it get its food from?
The colours and shadows of summer begin to play with the light on the window ledges.
I now add the yeast to the must and it makes a real difference in the fermentation process of the wine…speed it ip considerably!