A Nearby Meadow
I awoke this morning to a beautiful happy day. From our bedroom window the scene above greeted me as I opened the curtains. In the foreground of the photo nature has carefully arranged the colours of this nations national flag: namely green of the grasses, white of the old wood and the brilliant pale gold of the dandelions.
I know that some wag will ask about the blue so here too I have an answer - blue is the colour of The President of Ireland's flag emblazoned with a gold harp.''
The President of Ireland's Ensign
I have strayed quite sufficiently from my original thoughts.... this morning all around me is so very quiet and tranquil, which is like being enveloped in a blanket of serenity. My thoughts drifted backwards whilst drinking the morning coffee, it was in part the ambience and a slight movement of air swirled about me from the open window that cast my memory back to childhood. The remembrances of similar sunny mornings; those times when the households' laundry linens would be shining brightly white on the washing line and the air would be permeated with a clean smell of soap suds.
A few days ago we celebrated Bealtaine, the traditional start of Summer, on an ancient meadowed hill with friends old and new in warm sunshine. It was a very harmonious ritual, especially when one considers that our new friends from England had never met us until minutes before the ceremony.
Afterwards we shared with them our picnic and they shared with us their music, no better exchange can there be I think.