Standing taller than its fellow flowers, this ox-eyed daisy appears to be standing out as a face in the crowd.
We always bake homemade birthday cakes in our house. They may not always look as perfect as those you find in recipe books, let alone the ones you can buy in the shops.
They are nearly always chocolate of some description. They are always sweet, but not too sweet. And most of all, they are made with love!
I am lucky to live in rural Ireland. Our little road tends to have more tractor traffic than cars. The farms are small, and nearly all the farmers have other jobs, and if they don’t, their wives work.
Nature is never far away. Birds, wildflowers, insects, and hedgerows.
It is a place where you don’t have to rush around, but you can take your time and enjoy what is around you.
Peacock butterflies are one of the most colourful of our Irish butterflies. On a cold January, the thought of their summer wings, brightens the day.
The 12th Century Abbey on Clare Island off the west coast of Ireland, is surround by old and new graves. In the back ground Knockmore, the highest point of the island, keeps guard. The silence is golden.
The weathered slates on the wall of an old Tower House on Clare Island. The Tower house was once the home of Grace O’Malley (also known as Granuaile), an infamous pirate queen in 16th Century Ireland.
The slates are actually a late edition to the tower, and are thought to have been added to the bartizans (the over-hanging turrets) when the tower house was converted into a police barracks in the mid 1820s.
I love to grow. Fruit, vegetables, flowers, I enjoy growing them all. As the rain falls and the wind howls outside it is hard to imagine or even remember the bounty of last autumn. But despite the weather, and the muddy, sodden soil, my fingers are just starting to itch. The growing season is not far off! Happy New Year!
This is my favourite Irish mammal – the Irish Hare. This year we had one visit our garden. The photo was taken through my kitchen window so not the best photo!