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.
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:
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