Happy Days

Photo: Frank Tubridy

We have moved to ‘Summer’ time in Ireland today and it got me thinking of long bright evenings as a child.

This swing, which was handmade, was a natural habitat of mine for four years while we lived in Co. Monaghan. Being on the swing was just plain happiness and it also offered to opportunity to do a bit of risk-taking when no one was looking. Swinging really high that there was a danger of going over the top or taking a mad leap off the swing onto the grass from the highest point possible.

Whenever I see a wooden swing these days, I simply have to have a go and rekindle those memories.

A Gentle Jaunt

What a relief to be able to walk again and with the blessing of my physiotherapist who was caring as could be about my back issues.

Where else would I go for a lovely flat surface than my old haunt, The Anne Valley trail with its cindery path.

The sun was setting and I’d no idea
how far I would be going – just relieved to be out of captivity.

It was pure Summer and seeng the ripples in the river as fish played,I found myself hummng: ‘Summertime and the livin’ is easy. ..’

Thoughts, too, of The Impressionists as reflections painted their deliousness, luring me deeper and deeper into the enveloping light.

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Reflections and Reflecting

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Haytime

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Dunhill Castle

Magical Moments
Magical Moments

I hope health is being kind to you too and that you are not in pain – physical or emotional.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Come to my Garden of Eden …..

Summertime started here in Ireland yesterday. It seemed like the world was still sleeping as I wandered around stunning Mount Congreve Garden, here in Co. Waterford, very early on what was a calm and balmy morning.

Here’s a hint of how the Garden looked as it moves into April:

 

 

 

 

 

Walking into Summer ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 112

The second I opened the backdoor this morning, nature was inviting me into Summer. The sun was shining through the budding lilac tree and the sea was calling me to go celebrate what feels so like the first day of Summer here in my precious Tramore, Co. Waterford.

These are special moments that should never be ignored. So, I’m  going for that walk into Summer and hope that you will join me in whatever way you can, wherever you are!

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied  

(John Masefield)

The  Waiting Beach in Tramore, Co. Waterford
The Waiting Sea in Tramore, Co. Waterford