Today was what is traditionally described in Ireland as ‘a soft day.’ That’s a nice term for a misty, drizzly, warmish kind of a day when you think you’ll never see a blue sky again.
When I peeped out the front door in semi-despair this morning, the haunting look of our Monkey Puzzle tree carried me away from thoughts of blue and the blues:
Softness was playing in the prickly branches and the greens were greener than green.
All thoughts of staying in and waiting for the ‘day to rise’ left me and Stan and I headed to a deserted Garrarus Beach where the tide was fully out. It certainly wasn’t the stuff of picture postcards looking out to sea but the shoreline carried all sorts of soft promises:
This was a day to focus on the gifts that the high tide had left:
Strong colours and soft textures entwined like lovers. Nature playing with us; us playing with nature:
And all the while, the damp daisies on the cliff face gleamed:
As we were leaving the beach an elderly man who was well-wrapped up in fisherman’s gear gave us a wave and shouted over:
‘Soft day, thank God.’
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
Beautiful, Jean! I love the seaweed and the stones… lovely colours and textures!
Thanks Sue. It was just lovely out there.
It looks it, Jean 🙂
Beautiful, a soft day like the soft and gentle folk. … Bet Stan enjoyed it!!
Thanks Willow. Stan had a ball.
Stan is one lucky dog – getting to visit the beach regularly with his human. I loved days like that when I lived by the ocean Jean. The quietness and the fact that no harsh sounds can even happen. It is as if there is the sea and the air and something in between the two that permeates all it touches.
Cool pics and great descriptions.
Paul, I love YOUR description.
Reblogged this on Perth Words… exploring possibilities. and commented:
…an elderly man… gave us a wave and shouted over: “Soft Day, thank God.”
Frances, thanks for the Reblog. I hope your readers enjoy it.
I love ‘soft days’. Though, I do get the odd strange look when I use that expression over here!
David, I wondered alright how much the expression is used in places outside Ireland.
Not much from what I see. Though, people do seem to understand the meaning of it immediately.
No doubt they start using it when they hear you at it!
Wonderful captures Jean. I love the seaweed .. and Stan of course!
We are haven a soft day here. Thank you for giving me this description … I was thinking it was dreary and wet 😉
Ah, never wet and dreary, Val, as the colours are so vivid on dreary days.
Mmm this is lovely… ❤
Many thanks, Jewels.
Here’s to soft days Jean, beautiful.
You kinda inspired it, Andrea!
Thanks Jean, I did think that my walk in the drizzly park must have been what you’d call a soft day 🙂
Well there’s a certain sort of wet day that’s a soft day. It can’t be cold or windy or roaring with thunder. Funny a guy met me out in a thick drizzle a day or two ago – I was drenched- and he defined it as a soft day. I don’t think he was experiencing the downpour as he had a brolly. So there’s a lot of subtle issues to be taken into account in designating a day as ‘soft.’