Erin sent to me (and to you) a wonderful January Rainbow from the Emerald Isle–
Both ends of a rainbow, taken from inside my work building today (hence the window-smut, sorry). I actually was made fun of for taking these pictures, until I told them they were for a friend who collected rainbows from all over the world. This one is Ballyhaunis, Co Mayo, Ireland.
No snow here, as you can see!
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What a joy! Thank you so much, Erin!
Love,
Linda
Yesterday I wrote about Chasing Dragons, copying and idea from another fellow blogger. As I was writing I remembered I had a dragon in my own yard.
A tiny little replica of Nessie, the Loc Ness Monster. 🙂
As a child I grew up with parents that adored anything Irish…my maiden name is Doyle :). It was my parent’s dream to get to go to Ireland someday. After Daddy died my brother took our Mother to Ireland. Upon arriving back home she told me she felt complete now for some reason. The next day she passed on. Her words will stay with me forever.
Anyway, as I grew my maternal grandmother (Ruth Love (Wootton) Thomas) told me tales of the Wootton clan from England…our ancester was Thomas Wootton, Sheriff of Kent in Queen Elizabeth I time. (Proven fact that we are descendants).
In my later years, as an adult, I read The Diana Gabalodon Outlander series, featuring Jamie Frazier and Clair. Set in Scotland.
Then, of course, I have read off and on (many times) the Mary Stewart’s Merlin series set in Wales.
All these books, family stories, longings of my parents transported me to many centuries past and worlds unknown. I think I have always had a longing in my soul to visit the ancient United Kingdom. To travel backward to where that inexplicable longing begins, to a world of enchantment, to really hear this story that I can not quite hear. A mysterious feeling which tugs at my breastbone just as twilight evens out the day, leveling the time, with the message from the past hovering in the gathering shadow just out of reach.
(As a side note…Terry’s, grandfather is from England.)
So I did the next best thing; I created a standing stones garden, complete with my own Loch Ness visitor. As I created this world I began to understand that anyone can comprehend this world–our everyday modern world. But the other realms–the ones that creep in on the evening breezes, or whisper through the ancient rocks and stones, or vibrates along the surface of the fast moving canal water is really the
alchemy between past and present, past and future…lifting us just a tad to see that even way back when is the same as today. That way back then was to those who lived in that time it was ordinary.
My grandchildren talk about how cool it would be to live in the 1920’s…when tap was king and vaudeville was entertainment— it’s all relative, isn’t it?
Your friend,
Linda
Our morning dawned all pink and rosy with highlights of yellow which quickly disappeared into a thick veil of clouds. The weather guys are saying that a huge wind to come in by noon today and stay well past nine o’clock tonight. This huge wind is supposed to have gusts around 45-55 m.p.h. Bringing with it a cold front for tomorrow.
Now that the weather people have warned us…I’ll just bet the fire departments will be busy with those individuals that think a little wind can’t hurt if you burn your ditch….burn off your field…or burn your garden patch. Heck, a little wind will just help things move along nicely!
We have entered the ‘fire season’ here. (that says it all—so I shall stop here and not continue, enough said, so speak.)
(The above photos are from the fire which was started several miles from us and ran through our place two years ago)
My foot is healing…still swollen and hard to walk on, but the redness is gone. Healing is progressing nicely. I thank all of you for your comments and concern for my health, it does mean a lot.
Today is traditionally my day (and maybe others) to plant English garden peas and Sweet flowering Peas. These plants love cooler weather, so putting the seeds in the ground now always make for nice eating later in the late spring/early summer. And lovely blooms for the early summer table. But I shall not be doing so this year.
Today is also the day for celebrating the Irish in us. And today everyone has a little Irish in them! 🙂 🙂
Sadly the Irish were the poorest of all immigrant groups that arrived in the United States in the nineteenth century (1800’s) , and many women especially suffered as a result of being abandoned or widowed. It’s nice we have moved a long way from those times!
My maiden name is Doyle…all my life I have heard that we were Irish. I have not found when my Doyle lineage arrived in America. I do have my Doyle family line to 1775 Ohio. So I guess I can take a little bit of Irish upon myself as the surname Doyle IS a true Irish name, sometime after the Danish Vikings landed. (Say with tongue in cheek 🙂 )
Therefore, I wish upon all of you a very Irish Day!
Your Friend,
Linda
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