In keeping with the whole Irish thing, my hair has a greenish look to it at the moment. A bit of research on the internet (how did I ever live without it?) reveals that it's the combined effect of copper pipes and slightly acidic water.

A birch wood on the way to Mt. Leinster.
A birch wood on the way to Mt. Leinster.

This blog post is a little later than usual, not because I'm having a green hair day, but due to my attending a political meeting recently. Too good an opportunity not to write about, and I didn't want to wait until next week's entry. ...continue reading "Dipping a Toe into Irish Politics"

I'm not the sort of person who leaps out of bed in the morning, ready to take on the day. Never have been, never will be. I had a (now ex-) husband a long time ago who could never understand why I wasn't. It's one of the many reasons he's an ex-husband.

Ballymurphy in the evening
Ballymurphy in the evening. I'd already changed for bed, I was watching a movie and happened to glance out of the window. I grabbed my camera, pulled on my socks and boots, and took these three photos. Glorious evening light!

...continue reading "Keep on Moving"

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At night when I turn off my light to sleep, there's still plenty of light in the sky. In the morning when I wake it's full daylight, even though it's still only 6:00am. With six weeks to go until the summer equinox, I wonder how short the nights will be then.

A side street in Graig na Managh, the Village of the Monks. The sun came out after a shower, shining through the new leaves on the trees.
A side street in Graig na Managh, the Village of the Monks. The sun came out after a shower, shining through the new leaves on the trees.

...continue reading "The Small Details of Daily Life"