My Autumnal Ireland
I could write a few volumes about autumn in Ireland but one simple image says more than I can actually verbalise. It is the delicate blooms of fuschia against an old whitewashed wall out in the countryside.
I was out with one of our dogs this morning and really enjoyed the cat and dog game that went on.
I love when little episodes like this pepper my life. Really, there is so much to be said for the simple things in life.
In loving memory of all those who were killed, injured or forever impacted by the horrific attack 20 years ago. And a special thought for all those of Irish ancestry who were among them.
It is Dad’s 11th anniversary today and that meant heading out to celebrate his life in that lovely Garden of Eden that is Mount Congreve here in Co. Waterford.
It was as if he was with me as I walked around the magnificent formal garden and woodland areas.
Mount Congreve was special to him and is beyond precious to me.
There was just so much that had me thinking of him and I kept veering from the beauty of the recently fallen:
to looking skyward:
But most of all, it was the vivid colours that enthralled me and made me think of his love of nature’s blazing beauty:
There is just so much to life, irrespective of its fragility and the butterflies had me utterly captivated:
Dad adored waterlilies so they called out to be included:
And, he loved me, just as I loved him. I was never his greatest model when he was behind the camera but this one is especially to make him smile: