If this photo isn’t a metaphor for childhood, I don’t know what is. Just look at him, all bundled up cozy and warm and dry in his little bubble of innocence and love, safe and protected from the miserable outside world, and yet curious about what lies beyond at the same time, poking at the raindrops…
As a New Englander, I have a little bit of an instinctive condescending reaction to the way the Irish view weather. I have experienced both hurricanes and nor’easters when living in the US, which means I have dealt with rain, wind, and snow. The first two are synonymous with Ireland weather. When it comes to…
This morning was one of those not quite completely miserable but still utterly unpleasant Irish mornings. The temperatures were warm but the drizzle drenched everything without actually forming much in the way of rain drops. Struggling with a rain cover for the stroller, while standing in the rain, is one of those things that can…
I almost made it home tonight before the rain really started coming down. Almost. The slight drizzle hung around for a while and was easy to ignore, but as I was hurrying home I could tell the rain was picking up. But it was ok, I was only a few minutes away from being home…
I finally have a moment to sit down and write out all the indoor parts of this past Friday, the last full day of our holiday in Doolin As you guys already know, The Mister and I took several hours for just the two of us to drive around the country side. But before that,…
The Feathered Rose 