Welcome to Northern Ireland; home of the "Vivaldi Climate" - all four seasons in one sitting.
365:086 Getting dug in
First day at "God's Garden" today - and Jona came to help with the heavy stuff. So glorious spring day with birdsong and that lovely satisfied feeling at getting the first planting done. A carpet covered patch needed little clearing, but lots of breaking up to do - I've enough clay to start a pottery. (Now there's a thought!) We have rhubarb, onions, red onions and shallots in so far. Seeds to go into trays over the next week too. Lots to keep me busy but it's so good to get back.
365:084 Seahill
365:083 rainy train
365:082 Blitzed
365:081 getting desperate
365:080 Ouch - I've got piles
365:079 More ahhhhs.....
Today is just one of those beautiful spring days you long for - cold, yes, but sunny and in the sheltered spots, just lovely. On the way home from a long, leisurely lunch with a friend I hadn't seen for ages, I spotted this lovely mare and foal.
A field further up the lane, a farmer was ploughing much to the delight of the terns (?);
A field further up the lane, a farmer was ploughing much to the delight of the terns (?);
By the drive-in at home, the dwarf daffs in the wall planter were still looking fresh despite having been out for a couple of weeks.... ... and a suprise bouquet of roses and lillies was waiting for me in the porch - from American friends who enjoyed a concert in the Belfast Waterfront Hall - Sharon Shannon and the Ulster Orchestra (St Pat's day).
Could you want a better day. (Ok, a win at Croke Park would have been nice!)
365:078 Say Ahhh...
365:077 freaky throw
As someone who could go half a game of ludo before throughing a six to get "out", I was fiddling with an old camera film box to see why it was rattling, and out fell the six "farkle" dice - in sequence, one through to six. How often does this happen?! I've never placed a bet on anything in my entire life, but maybe I should have had a flutter or something today!
365:076 Celebrations
365: 075 Anticipating St Pat's day
365:074 Inspection day
Tourist Board inspector gave our rental house five lovely stars today... and we celebrated. Dad by walking down to - AND up from - the Giant's Causeway and the rest of us by walking down, getting the bus up and stuffing ourselves with ice cream. Very proud of dad - it's a good leg stretch to walk back up - just proves how good a knee replacement can be!
365:072 New Irish
365:071 Inside out?
365:070 Posh nosh
365:069 Ignore the mug... the contents are an illustration.
So, a nice story that illustrates beautifully the (mystifying) reverence held by Irish mothers for their sons. A colleague's brother had just started university and was visiting another student's flat.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" asked the host. "Lovely, yes please" was the reply.
"Milk?"
"Yes please."
"Sugar?"
"Yes thanks."
"How many?"
"I'm not sure, my mother usually puts it in."
You couldn't make it up could you. Needless to say, this story will follow him for life.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" asked the host. "Lovely, yes please" was the reply.
"Milk?"
"Yes please."
"Sugar?"
"Yes thanks."
"How many?"
"I'm not sure, my mother usually puts it in."
You couldn't make it up could you. Needless to say, this story will follow him for life.
365:068 No red sails in the sunset
365:067 Bye Mary...
365:066 good to go...
...not that a few dollars will take me far - and I'm only going as far as Omagh tomorrow anyway - but am tidying up the bureau tonight. I was emptying a travel purse and liked the shiny 2009 bucks. I have another sack of coins from European countries in the pre-euro days - francs, marks and lira etc. No idea why I've still got them since I'm really not a hoarder, but can't bring myself to part with them.
365:065 teeny weenys
I love these wee pencils a colleague bought me a while back. Having seen me colour coding script takes in studio with a big set, he reckoned these would be easier to carry. I reckon he thinks I have borderline OCD -so just to prove it Simpso - I haven't put the pencils in the right order. (Ok, it's killing me...... but they're still random!) They're so tiny. Such a thoughtful thing to do and since I've a script to work on this week, they're back in action.
365:064 Spring beckons
365:063 eggs
365:062 Memories
So, a treasure today. My grandfather who was with the RAF in Italy sent this box home to his family in Belfast and no one could open it! Dad - who was 11 or 12 at the time worked out the secret opening mechanism and the goodies inside were for everyone - silk stockings for gran and all the sisters, sweets and postcards for the children. It's been a great conversation piece as others try to work out how it opens.
365:061 potty
365:060 Spring bulbs
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