Indian Summer
Oh but it’s hot. No, there’s nothing mellow about this scorching September morn’. When it comes to the Johns, this … Continue reading Indian Summer
Category: Nature
Iona
Sometimes, the days on this island are so unutterably perfect that I am loathe to let them go; but, not … Continue reading Iona
Ragwort
I can’t put my finger on it, but there is something eerie about the Sanctuary today. It’s my first visit … Continue reading Ragwort
Sleekit
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union An’ justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At … Continue reading Sleekit
Homage
Well, this is better – I’m leaning back against the trunk of a beautiful and venerable oak, solid and steady, … Continue reading Homage
The Olive Grove
Years ago, I heard a story on the radio and it has stayed with me, half remembered, ever since. Somewhere … Continue reading The Olive Grove
Blithe Indifference
As the grippe’s approach gathers apace, I thought it was time to escape for a walk, which in itself feels … Continue reading Blithe Indifference
Walking on Ice
On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions … Continue reading Walking on Ice
Back to the Sanctuary
December’s lurgy lingers on and work is frustrating, despite the enthusiasm of New Year’s clean slate; it’s time to escape … Continue reading Back to the Sanctuary
Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
“Mud is another element. One comes to love it” The mud is deep here. I take the little one’s hand … Continue reading Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
