This post was something I had in mind to write last summer when my blog was in temporary hibernation, but as cold temperatures have given way to sunshine and warmth, and everything outside has sprouted leaves and is furiously blooming, I’ve found the sentiment to be just as true this year as last year, and…
The last couple of weeks, my entry to and from our housing estate has been dominated by the heavily ripened rowan berries hanging above the gate (as well as other parts of the estate). The name “rowan” is actually new to me exactly as of fifteen minutes ago. I have been idly composing this post…
As the weather starts to slowly get colder, the rain more prevalent, and the evenings darker, it’s obvious that I’m saying a small goodbye to the summer each day at a time. This is, of course, perfectly normal and cyclical. I am not a fan of colder weather and darker days, but I love the…
Yesterday was the last full day of our holiday in Doolin. We had a good run of weather mid-week, but when we woke up on Friday morning it was grey, wet, windy, and generally miserable. It was a day for staying in, cuddling under a blanket, reading, building couch forts, etc. All those things were…
Late last year the management company in our estate blocked off access to our communal garden with no warning by covering the stairs. A couple of weeks later, they belatedly got around to letting us know that an insurance inspection concluded that the stairs weren’t safe and needed to be immediately replaced. Sadly, “immediately” took…
I took this photo recently because I loved walking by the wall in the alley daily and seeing the flowers cling and grow out of something that is meant to be lifeless. There’s a metaphor in here somewhere, I thought as snapped the photo quickly. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” “Nature will persevere.”…
The advantage of this unintended photo essay of the flora in the front gardens of Shelbourne Road (and, as I’ve realised, a stretch of Upper Grand Canal Street), is that in the process of paying close attention to the flowers that are blooming I have been able to appreciate them in different stages of blooming. Here’s an example of a…
This post is brought to you by the colour purple. It was also written about two weeks earlier, but I decided to withhold posting it until today, in honour of Terry Pratchett’s memory and The Glorious Revolution of the Twenty Fifth of May. How do they rise up? Featured photo courtesy of Agent J Written on…
Yes, it’s flowers again. One of the more interesting things I’ve noticed since accidentally starting this side photo project is how the flowers and gardens are changing on an almost daily basis as I keep walking back and forth along the same stretch of street. Some flowers stay bright and colourful for weeks on end while…
The Feathered Rose 