A Ditch in Time

The was lovely light when I was out for my constitutional this morning and everything looked beautiful.

I was brought up by my mother to appreciate the tiny things and to see possibilities of beauty everywhere. Ditches and hedgerows were precious places to her and she never missed the magic that was likely to linger there – if only for a millisecond or a few days.

She used to joke with me that I was afraid I’d see a dead rat rather than a primrose when we were ‘exploring’ ditches.

Well, today I felt like she was with me as the glorious light played with the ditch and let me glimpse the kind of perfect patchwork that she used to savour:

Bluebell Time

A Tipperary Carpet

Rapeseed Crop below Sliabh na mBan

Hubby took me by surprise yesterday as he arrived home from his beloved Co. Tipperary with this photo.
I had been out on some yellow field forays but to no avail and then he, who works in the carpet world, couldn’t resist this view which includes the iconic Sliabh na mBan mountain which is such a symbol of Co. Tipperary and which can be seen from a range of nearby counties.

The song Sliabh na mBan is synonymous with Tipperary and is played endlessly when the county is playing at Gaelic Games and basically at everything Tipperary-related.