IRELAND 2024

Waking up in my own bed, with my own pillow surrounded by the comforts of home is usually a joy after many nights away; usually after only one night away, to be honest, as I really love my mattress and pillow and tend to be a homebody. Not this morning, for a multitude of reasons.…

The sunset has a different feeling tonight. It is absolutely stunning and we have many of the cottage windows open to fully take in the beauty of the evening, but it is the last of our Irish sunsets for a long while. I am so sad to be leaving but grateful for our wonderful time…

I have been awake for a while now; quite a few hours actually. As it is my last opportunity to enjoy a lazy day wake up on this trip, I did not feel much like writing first thing upon rising. Instead, I sat, curled up in my blanket and heater, and admired the nature happenings…

It is a gloomy morning; dark, cool, and grey with clouds that threaten to open up any moment and give way to rain. The weather and my mood are in sync today as I have been enveloped by sadness. The end of the journey is near and I have no doubt it will be harder…

I find that words and writing come easily to me here, although, I do not think I am particularly great at it. I have, as my high school AP English teacher used to say to me, “an odd fascination with the semicolon,” which I have not really outgrown since high school, a tendency to miss…

For as much as I love waking up early in Ireland for the beauty, quiet, and tranquility, there is something to be said for the joys of sleeping in, especially after a late night out. Instead of waking to the birdsong in the dark, I woke to bright sunlight bursting through the curtains and the…

Much like the sunrise in the morning, there is something peaceful about sunset. The colorful display of the evening shades spanning across the horizon as the sun goes down is definitely apart of that but there is so much more to it. Evening is the celebration of a day well spent. After a day filled…

I am quite ignorant of the process of cow rotation. I wish I knew more and am tempted to learn more about it over the next year or so. Not because I want my own cows and to rotate fields, but because then, possibly, I would know the chances of seeing our kitchen window cows…

The weather here is a fickle creature; constantly changing and rather unpredictable. This mornings heavy fog kept us in our secluded bubble throughout most of the day before opening up to the late afternoon sunshine gracing the skies this evening. The air smells fresh and clean and the grass, in the field next door, sparkles…

Wind, rain, and thick layer of white fog have greeted me upon waking this morning. I cannot hear the cows up on the hill or the birds that make their home in the woods that border the property. I cannot see much of anything beyond the stone walls of the cottage. What is, normally, a…