IRELAND 2024

Mornings in Ireland; the time of day I often wish for a little more sleep, at the same time, elated by the endless possibilities the new morning has to offer. Everything is fresh and bright and it is never the same as the morning before it. It is a reset and although I do not…

It has been a morning of the ‘alarm clock snooze button routine’ without the actual alarm clock or snooze button; abruptly waking every fifteen minutes or so since three, watching the sky change from darkness to the bright light of day, as my internal struggle for more sleep and the need to be awake, alone,…

I am curled up in my bed watching the evening sun cast a lingering glow across the horizon, highlighting varying shades of pink, purple, and blue through the four small square windows that line the walls of my room. It is beautiful, peaceful, and happy. Although I am exhausted, as I spent a bit too…

The tiny rose bush that sits just outside the kitchen window, on the backside of the cottage has been void of blooms since our arrival; obviously change happens over a course of a year but seeing as it is a younger bush, producing just a few blooms last year, I made the assumption that it…

For a brief moment, upon waking this morning, I was unsure of where I was. Rationally, I knew I was in the pretty little cottage, nestled between cow fields that sit just above the River Blackwater, but for a split second, I thought I was back home listening to the sounds of the highway that…

The big blue couch that sits atop an old red and blue patterned rug, has beckoned me again this morning to watch the sunlight dance and spread across the clear blue sky. The leaves that adorn the giant tree sitting inside the rectangular walled garden just beyond the cottage windows, are brushed with a golden…

I am currently sitting at the small square table in the kitchen of the cottage, peering out the open window to the grassy field that stretches out along a hilltop and carries over into another field on the other side. There are a few trees scattered about the top of the hill and both fields…

It is remarkably quiet this morning, not just inside the cottage but out. I have yet to hear the birds and pigeons and to be honest, it is rather odd as the sunlight has spread out enough to cast a soft glow through the trees and provide enough light to see around the cottage; no…

I awoke this morning to an empty room already brightly flooded with the morning sun and quiet noises emanating from the kitchen down the hall. Kevin is up and I finally slept in. As much as I enjoy being the first one up to watch the morning light slowly illuminate the cottage and the land…

Someone once asked me after last year’s Ireland excursion, why I write every morning while I am here and why I chose to share it with everyone via a blog. I could just post a few pictures to social media every few days with a brief description and be done with it. I suppose it…