After the storms…14-24.02.2022

Dudley was only whispering as he passed overhead but Eunice reached us howling, bringing down trees and gusty Franklin buffeted in her trail, all shape shifting their ways through the Glen and beyond. This morning we have snow, the warm earth kisses away the cold white touch as blue skies open and close letting inContinue reading “After the storms…14-24.02.2022”

onto the 13th day of February – pink skies, brown waters and the appearance of strange quiver like objects 13.02.2022

My walks in February have been sporadic yet each one yields a new drama… and in between there have been postings about the brown waters running through the Glen despite the lack of rain. on Saturday the fifth I was one of a booted group of water warriors/worriers looking on as Simon from UCC demonstratedContinue reading “onto the 13th day of February – pink skies, brown waters and the appearance of strange quiver like objects 13.02.2022”

third week of 2022 15 – 24 January 2022

The Glen is on the turn, hardly a winter, a handful of frosts since Samhain and sensing the fingers of spring already, trees barely bare and their leaves litter the ground a fallen ivy burning its flame red veins and golden among the deep tannin browns, their leafy edges still precise. There was a sweeperContinue reading “third week of 2022 15 – 24 January 2022”

Second week of 2022 10- 14.01.2022

There is an abandoned jumper at the hatch, it is has been there a while, and I find it today laid out white on the mossing conglommerate, that place for the belly connection with the river, as it rushes over the mill race below. There are a scattering of crusts which animate the arm intoContinue reading “Second week of 2022 10- 14.01.2022”

Friday 31.12.2021 revisiting the Rowan and her oyster

I go back to the rowan to see the oyster and if there are any lingering berries, I have a recollection of seeing them on a single living branch in the autumn, today I see berrries on the branches of the neighbouring hawthorn and I’m not sure now, this little tree looks completely exhausted andContinue reading “Friday 31.12.2021 revisiting the Rowan and her oyster”

Tuesday 28.12.2021 Rowan oysters and washing stones

Tuesday’s walk leaves me despondent, the litter is back with broken glass and leavings of cans and boxes and fast food wrappings, the weather is grey, I see my favourite oyster mushroom has returned, not by its crested presence on the bark of the ailing Rowan, but by its kicked remains about the empty pedestalContinue reading “Tuesday 28.12.2021 Rowan oysters and washing stones”

Thursday 23.12.2021 blackbirds, swamp cypress,dipper and mouse

On leaving the home park this morning I pause to listen to the sweeping sounds from the hedgerow, and see a handful of blackbirds in the open branches, traffic was passing and I curse the roar and fade of the engines, but as i do I begin to hear the matrix, the call response fromContinue reading “Thursday 23.12.2021 blackbirds, swamp cypress,dipper and mouse”