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04.12.2025 00:27
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Eeeeek!!!!!
Good morning mes amies!
Bonkers dreams all night. I’m only partially awake!
Well GOOD MORNING @waterstones! Hehehe! What a nice surprise this is! Whoop!
Mes amies! 💗💙💗💙💗💙💗
#WPreorder code to get a whopping 25% off my new book is OCTOBER25 but heads up! It’s just for a few days! Get it quick! Mmmmwah!
A double rainbow over Penneys reflects in puddles, sending a kaleidoscope of light into the rainy day, made people look up from mundane tasks and smile, never minding the brief sunshine between showers, or the fact that it’s still Tuesday and has felt like that since yesterday
#MayObservations
Flitting from one gone-to-seed geranium to the next, a female bullfinch, all peach & grey, gorged while her partner, blood-orange and black, kept his distance over by the hollies, cleaning his beak on last years hastily assembled willow trellis, quiet & watchful
#MayObservations
Soggy flowers at the headstone, cardboard soaked through like soggy bread, & grass seeds scattered on fresh earth. Damp grass has kept the mower tucked away, & the cuffs of my jeans are wet, and we say hello to faces now becoming familiar & I wonder if we’ll ever say more than that
#MayObservations
Rain. Hair frizz. Not just me - every other shopper & errand laden person. Squelchy shoes & slippery soles on newly laid footpaths & not so new shop tiles. Umbrellas at all heights, dripping from the ribs down collars, the backs of jackets. Musty damp in the air.
#MayObservations
Elderflowers take over, with yellow irises at their feet. Flags, my granny used to call the stately, elegant bog flowers. The town is full of graduated teens, excited & nervous as life & exams awaits, celebrating their education & future, & laughing in the rain.
#MayObservations
A Turner-esque sky, a last line of laundry & a promise of rain for the week to come. Everything is crisp, the roses, flaky paint on the gate, bark mulch. A good soaking will bring us all back to our senses. But I rather enjoy the blue skies, the salads, olive oil instead of butter
#MayObservations
Dublin Literary Award: The Adversary by Canadian author Michael Crummey wins €100,000 prize. Story of sibling rivalry in harsh 19th-century Newfoundland wins valuable international prize
www.irishtimes.com/culture/book...
@ronanhession.bsky.social also! Huge congratulations on your news re BBC and RTE adapting the book!
That’s so impressive! I’ve been feeling like I need more poetry too. I say down and helped the Teen with a TS Eliot poem last weekend and it all came back to me - how much joy is in poems, curiosity, the way they make you think outside the box and into another experience. I need that big time!
Puddles dry up as the mist burns off, roads & tar steaming in the mid morning sun reminding me of childhood summer days poking sticks in road creases. A song thrush trills incessantly from deep within the hedge, & blackbirds root in the bark mulch pulling slugs.
#MayObservations
So soft the rain, when it came, that the sheep & lambs graze on, not bothering to huddle beneath blushing hawthorns as usual. It didn’t stop the walkers, runners either. All across the Curragh plains tiny blue flowers stretch their faces to catch what they can.
#MayObservations
The yellow gloaming, teasing thunder & rain, faded into sunshine & haze in time for afternoon tea at three, only to return to draw a vividness to stately irises, creeping thyme & newly opened sage blossoms, in the absence of even a cooling breath of a breeze
#MayObservations
The growl of 220 motorbikes made loud the silence surrounding memories of lost friends & family. At Wolfe Tone’s grave, on the gravel, crawled a tired bumblebee, drained by the heat & the missing blooms in the dried grass & weeds. The sun is strangely unrelenting, but it won’t last.
#MayObservations
Giggles & laughter from the belly of the bouncy castle carry on the sultry breeze to the garden edge where the trees gather it up, happiness, innocence & joy, adding it to the next ring of bark, while the bbq smokes & sizzles, & ice cream dribbles down cones.
#MayObservations
The first cut of silage and the air is filled with humming and green. I’ve sneezed twelve times since I opened the windows this morning, even with my antihistamine. But in the meadow, the pheasant preens and croaks.
#MayObservations
Five on Friday with Deborah Lawrenson @deb_lawrenson #FiveonFriday jillsbookcafe.blog/2025/05/16/f...
Mrs K’s old tom chases a fox pup from her garden while the cockerel struts, chest up, comb raised & the hens fluster about. The ducks have long gone, but the foxes remember. Someone is arguing about if it’s time to finally cut back the daffs, sure they’re all fallen over anyway.
#MayObservations
The meadow is grown, at least half a foot overnight, or so it seems, with dog daisies & buttercups giving over to gorse & rushes where the bog dries out. Lambs, once tiny, now hardy, with black feet & multi-coloured paint splodges, have learned not to fear the rook or raven.
#MayObservations
Oh the pain of doing EOY accounts when the weather is as fabulous as today - has been eased by a yummilicous lunch!
Barn swallows playing in the muck pile, where the new lawn will be, gathering to build their nests; the cheeky tinkle of the ice cream van at eight o’clock, and a smattering of freckles beneath Factor 50.
Towels dried to standing from a whole day on the line.
#MayObservations
Wishing I was back here today! What stunning weather we’re having! May is so luscious and beautiful!
Faraway thunder clouds, tinged the colour of clotted cream, rumble and creep across the sky. There’s static in the air, the smell of it subtle in the stillness, but crackling on the buttercups in the verges and ditches. The birds have quietened down, is there rain to come?
#MayObservations
The rain came as the horizon blazed muddled lavender and strawberry, splattering broad lilac leaves like tears released in the sanctity of the quietest corner of home; washing away dust, softening the wheat fields as the rooks craw home to roost.
#MayObservations
The acers have enough leaf to sound like soft waves on a shore when the whippy wind blows, the house martins chitter-chatter like a 90s modem, while cumulus clouds, fresh & leaden, slowly skim the sky. It’s still a day for sunscreen & thinking about weed picking
#MayObservations
The moon almost tricked me, shining so brightly, on the verge of fullness, another cycle complete; she sat high as the midday sun, while in the North, giant Jupiter flickered like firelight, content in its place and to let the moon have her moment.
#MayObservations
Good morning mes amies!
It’s another glorious May morning, and it’s Friday!!!!!
The weeds: sticky-back, young nettles, dandelions and newly formed ivy, stretch through the ditch grass, leaning on the cow parsley and smothering the last of the rogue daffodil straps, under a sky that threatens rain, but doesn’t make true on its promise.
#MayObservations