Wild Dreams by Barry Quinn
This evening.
Mark at Jam Art Prints writes:
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The grand stretch.
Honestly, it’s the best thing about spring. No one feels worse for an extra hour of daylight, being able to see the sun when you leave work in the evening, or sitting in the garden after dinner with a glass of wine enjoying the last few mins of sunlight while the kids play on the street til bedtime.
What I like about Spring, especially now that it has sprung, is the way it springs on us at the beginning of February;
With a spring in its step, it, (ahem), springs to mind more youthful days where we sprang out of bed full of the joys, despite living in grotty bedsits where protruding bed-springs failed to dent our ardour.
The smell of cut grass.
The sound of petrol lawnmowers across the back gardens, coughing into action after a long hibernation, and the promise of BBQs that arent rained out.
It’s such a small thing but to be able to go to work with it being light outside and come back from work and it’s still light. You’ve a sense that work is compartmentalised and life outside of it is much bigger. The temperature is acceptable too, a bit of heat but rarely going to cook you two days in a row. I start to get anniversary reminders from my honeymoon as well, two weeks in the Faroe Islands and Iceland. Bliss.
Got home to Galway a couple of hours ago after six weeks or so away and took two very excitable dogs for a dusk walk in the fields.
The air was clean and sharp and full of the sound of birds appreciating the grand stretch.
All is well in the world.
No it isn’t. Paedophile apologists like yourself are still at large. And lock this bum up
“MPs agree to inquiry into Johnson’s ‘partygate’ denials”
Am I the only one who feels sorry for the dogs?
The birds starting going ballistic out the back. Once they were all shy. Now they are getting jiggy with it. Glorious times to be alive.
The Colour of Spring. Petrichor too.
“And yet I’ll gaze
The colour of spring
Immerse in that one moment
Left in love with everything…”
Mark Hollis – The Colour of Spring
https://youtu.be/88AVY2pFHL0
Sitting out the back garden listening to all the birdsong. At times it would almost put you in mind of a rainforest and with the wall of trees surrounding me it makes for a very relaxing experience.
Watching bumblebees do their thing and magpies and crows chattering away, balm for the soul and a remedy for the electronic noise.
who put the hex on Springtime…?
https://www.met.ie/forecasts/national-forecast