May, Cheesemount, Tipperary
In winter, summer seems impossible. In summer, so does winter.
Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda
In winter, summer seems impossible. In summer, so does winter.
In September 2016 I posted “No green to be seen: a biodiversity desert on Slievenamon” about the void that was a conifer plantation on Slievenamon. David Elias, at his blog Dispatches from…
I particularly love the lines “your way was not to exalt nor avoid the Adamic legacy, you simply made it irrelevant” – which neatly summarises Brother Lawrence’s way of deceptive…
Winter seems a long time ago in summer, summer seems a long time away in winter.
From First Known When Lost: In the meantime, we have the wind. And poems about the wind. Providence White roses shatter, overblown, by the breath of a little wind undone,…
From the TLS, June 2nd: Outside my window, there is a tree. Even without it, the view is not at all unpleasant: a row of Victorian houses, cars, a skew-whiff…
From the ever wonderful First Known When Lost blog, a meditative post which features the poet John Drinkwater. All I knew of Drinkwater before this was a school text which…
Scent as a means of communication? The concept is not totally unfamiliar to us. Why else would we use deodorants and perfumes? And even when we’re not using these products,…