Excuses, Excuses
Mother of God, it’s
two weeks since I last posted here. As I mentioned
a few weeks ago, I have been busy working on a
couple of different projects, and they are taking
up a fair bit of time.
The other reason is that I am taking advantage of the long summer evenings and doing a bit of walking. Normally, it’s after we get Aoife to bed, which on these bright evenings, can be anything up to 9.30pm. By the time I get back, I just feel like reading as opposed to writing, and anyway, inspiration is lacking right now. Maybe I need the rugby to start up again. The proper stuff like, not that Lions nonsense.
Anyway, in lieu of having anything interesting to say, here are a few photos from our back garden. Click on each to see a hi-res version.
We bought a blueberry plant last year, figuring that it should grow seeing as there is a famous blueberry farm out the Edenderry Road. Our first harvest wasn’t quite the bumper we might have liked and consisted of a solitary berry. This year things are different, and the plant is heaving with fruit. The berries are just turning black now. We’ll have to net the plant or else the birds will benefit from our labour.
It wasn’t until I blew this photo up to full size that I noticed the spider’s web. Or as Aoife would call it “a ickle spidie’s house.”
The strawberries are coming on too:
And here’s a little visitor I met this morning:
The other reason is that I am taking advantage of the long summer evenings and doing a bit of walking. Normally, it’s after we get Aoife to bed, which on these bright evenings, can be anything up to 9.30pm. By the time I get back, I just feel like reading as opposed to writing, and anyway, inspiration is lacking right now. Maybe I need the rugby to start up again. The proper stuff like, not that Lions nonsense.
Anyway, in lieu of having anything interesting to say, here are a few photos from our back garden. Click on each to see a hi-res version.
We bought a blueberry plant last year, figuring that it should grow seeing as there is a famous blueberry farm out the Edenderry Road. Our first harvest wasn’t quite the bumper we might have liked and consisted of a solitary berry. This year things are different, and the plant is heaving with fruit. The berries are just turning black now. We’ll have to net the plant or else the birds will benefit from our labour.
It wasn’t until I blew this photo up to full size that I noticed the spider’s web. Or as Aoife would call it “a ickle spidie’s house.”
The strawberries are coming on too:
And here’s a little visitor I met this morning:
