In Ireland, it’s all about the weather….{and flat tires}

In this week of turnings, feasts and festivals, time is out of time. Today feels like tomorrow’s last week, or yesterday’s fortnight. I’m down the rabbit-hole, pocket-watch in hand.

 “I’m Late, I’m Late!”

(I also just spent the day in West Cork, where we were trapped with a flat tire.  But that’s another story.)

It snowed here in Cork this week. The sheep in Mr. McCarthy’s field were huddled in the ring fort when I went out to explore it. Their fleece blending with the white blanket on the ground.  While some of the other farmers have lambs already, Mr. M’s ewes are still waiting.

The lane-way was magical, dusted with shimmering powder. The birds were out foraging and the silence was melodious. Since you couldn’t be here to experience it with me, I hope you enjoy what my own eyes saw.

the Ents : east Cork
LissnaSionnach : the fort behind the house
our barns : cork
our front garden : cork
Mr. McCarthy’s fat sheep : Cork

 

emergent : Cork
"Also subsistence living is not possible for all people. We just can't sustain it for ..."

The problem with subsistence living
"I could worship and adore from afar, without any submission, or have mutual worship and ..."

I’m an Animist: and what that ..."
"Oh, ninigik, that is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing! I do apologize for my ..."

I’m an Animist: and what that ..."
"Hi Glen. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to reply. I was diagnosed ..."

I’m an Animist: and what that ..."

Browse Our Archives

What Are Your Thoughts?leave a comment