It started with a blackbird bathing in the most neglected part of my garden. During the house renovations a few years back, this area was where the workmen dumped rubble. I had promised myself a greenhouse or ‘something wonderful’ like
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Armagh Theatre Group Does It Again!
Armagh Theatre Group wowed their audience last night with a brilliant opening night. Yes, we’re still under Covid restrictions. Yes, the performance was still live over zoom. Yes, Armagh Theatre Group are still making the best of this situation and
Bluebell Fairyland at the Milford Cuttings
It feels like Armagh’s worst keep secret even though the Milford Cuttings should not be kept secret at all. It is a stunningly gorgeous walk that is especially at its best in May with its carpet of bluebells. Managed by
Following the Sliabh Fuait Trail
Just as the covid restrictions relaxed from ‘stay at home’ to ‘stay local,’ I came across the Friends of Sliabh Fuait driving tour on Instagram. There’s nothing as glorious as a drive in the Irish countryside on a sunny April
Lesser Loved Legends
It’s lion season again – Dandelion that is. Check out the story about my mother taking me ‘lion hunting’ here. I love dandelions – I love how they brighten up an abandoned corner of the yard, or how they sprinkle
Focus on the Flowers
I started this week’s blog many times and from many angles, but found it hard to settle on a topic. The riots in Belfast are most unsettling. But I don’t want to write a political post. It’s too complex, too
Brilliant Books and Beyond!
Last weekend the weather sucked big time. We had snow, gales and isobars of grumpy! I was fed up wearing the same thing every day – either PJs or yoga gear (fraudulent yoga gear that is rarely used for yoga
Reflections – More than just bouncing light
It has been a week for reflections. I found it difficult to watch all the news coverage of the one year anniversary of the first Lockdown. It made me want to scream to think that if only we’d locked down
Time-lapsed Spring
I had the most glorious walk to the Butterwater River yesterday to see this massive tree that was brought down in the storms last year. It was a beautiful spot to sit and contemplate life. I wondered how old that
Unfurling
March certainly has come in “like a lion.” The weather feels raw, the wind blowing with a sandpaper edge, temperatures nipping at exposed skin. For some reason, these blustery days feel angry, like a tempestuous toddler, compared to the more