The invisible beneath the visible

Borage, dahlias and
marigold, marigold, marigold.
Who would guess
that a year's worth of potatoes grow here,
along with various types
of onions, tomatoes, peppers,
plus kohlrabi, carrots, etc.?

Holidays

Recently, rain allowed them lots of leisure.

Special relationship

And then there is this lady.
She would not fly away when I come,
but simply wait ...

... until I have refilled the feeder again.

Bon appétit!

 

Young sparrows at Seanhenge

Two young sparrows:
What's that?

Three young sparrows:
Perhaps digestable?

Six young sparrows:
Yummie!

In the meantime
some adults help themselves
in the nearby apple tree ...

... and the other restaurant,

 

whilst this tit enjoys 
not being disturbed.

Sunny September

At least not much rain promised
for this weekend.
We shall see.

 

August ending

Peace of the night.

 

Beers & Books CCCXXXII – George Bernard Shaw

Now that we have learned
to fly the air like birds,
swim under water like fish,
we lack one thing -
to learn to live on earth as human beings.

George Bernard Shaw (26 July 1856 –2 November 1950)

Summer in Seanhenge

Reading, writing, relaxing or contemplating, ...

while sitting on the terrace with a cup of coffee ...

I do often thankfully feel ...

my horizon widened.

 

Another Bloomsday

Sláinte.

 

Beers & Books CCCXXXI – The Family of Pascual Duarte

The Family of Pascual Duarte

Camilo José Cela (11 May 1916 – 17 January 2002)

Beers & Books CCCXXX – Arguing at the Crossroads

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Beers & Books CCCXXIX – A Message to the Irish People

"It is clear that it is not man
who has created the universe
- whether you believe in God or in gods
or deny any divine presence -
man cannot alter the laws
that govern the universe
without damaging it."

Seán MacBride ( 26 January 1904 – 15 January 1988)

Beers & Books CCCXXVIII – Bobby Sands

 Bobby Sands (9 March 1954 – 5 May 1981)

I rolled over again freezing and the snow came in the window on top of my blankets. Tiocfaidh ár lá' (Our day will come), I said to myself, Tiocfaidh ár lá. [Final diary entry]