Eternally entwined

Eternally entwined, forever embraced

No tearing apart that love so chaste.

Together they stand, there is no divide

They are a pillar of strength,  side by side,

 

 

 

This is a mirror that Mauricio has made for the guy we get the slate from, our good friend PJ.  This particular mirror is 27 ” x 36 ” and is one piece.  I doubt he’ll be able to make it again as one piece as slate tiles that big are getting rarer and rarer by the day.  See our website http://www.heartworks.ie/products/romanesque-mirror-ornate  for details.  The artwork in the middle can be with different colours and/or can be left out  or can have features which are on other mirrors on our website.

 

Snap, Crackle and Pop!

I snap, I crackle and I pop

What is left is but a cracked pot

Bubbling away, fuming and seething

Oh it’s  hard to keep on breathing

 

Like riding the wave, soon to lose form

Useless to fight it, just weather the storm

Will calmer waters come on the scene?

Will it soon pass and will all turn serene?

 

 

 

Meadow Sweet

While walking in Lough Boora recently with a friend in the middle of summer he pointed out to me some Meadow Sweet which was all but very familiar already but up till then nameless, .  He told me that it was good for your skin and to take some and rub it in my hands and then smear my hands on my face.  I did that and like a torrent of emotions  it brought me right back to my childhood –  that moment when the smell, the sweet, almost pungent aroma, accosted my nostrils, the feel on my skin of those tufts of white flowers.  Memories of lazy days in the sun in the meadows around our house came springing back to mind, the bees buzzing away, the damp grass underneath us as we lay there with not a care in the world, the promise of an eternity of these long languid days of summer ahead; no school, no rules, no worries.

 

And as I soaked in that smell of a thousand memories I vowed that it would always have a place in my heart from that moment on;  it along with  clover, cowslips, daisies, buttercups and all those other nameless wild flowers.

 

Wedding Bells

The Wedding season is upon us,

It’s time to tie the knot

Hear the bells screaming

In case that you forgot

To make the vow of love

For better or for worse,

In sickness and in health

For rich or with an empty purse

 

So Help Me God

You’re going to need it

It’s a journey of intrigue

You’d better heed it

Be always mindful,  love needs to grow

Needs to blossom. This you must know

So go ahead , have that great day

The Thick and the Thin are on their way

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday Afternoon Joyriders

It’s looking fierce like there were some joyriders in this field in the middle of nowhere having a tear around.  Or it could have been a sunday afternoon driver who got lost and ended up somehow in a field in the arsehole of Offaly.  Or could it be possible that its neither one or the other but a mixture of both and now we have a new term – Sunday Afternoon Joyriders

 

Wild and Wonderful

Last year at the bottom of the garden this was the flower bed with buttercups, green alkanet, nettles, aquilegia or, as it is sometimes named, Granny’s Bonnet.  And probably hidden underneath there would have been the odd dandelion fighting for survivial along with lesser celandine and God knows what else.  At some stage, when the temperatures got up there would have been many a bumble bee buzzing about to its heart content.  This year, I got to weeding the same patch before it “got out of hand” and now I’m feeling a little sorry.

 

Rusty Old Things

There is something beautiful and appealing about old things that are rotting away and disintegrating, like paint peeling off wood or an old rusty hinges or hooks and nails.   It reminds us of our own inevitable decline maybe.  It serves to gently nudge us as if to say, It’s not younger you’re getting dearest.  No, we’re all getting older (and wiser) by the day and the main thing is to do it with dignity, like these pieces of door.  They still hold some charm and maintain greatness of character.

Mind those little fingers

Mind those little fingers of yours  when you’re doing that very unglamorous work that is so much apart of this business.  After all, those clocks and picture frames and whatnots don’t come to Heartworks ready cut.  It’s not a case of simply having to paint them and beautify them.  There’s all that angle grinding, and power washing.  That’s why we have to dress up like something out of a space film.  You don’t think we’re doing that because we like to dress up like spacemen, now do you?

 

Ah but it’s all worth it in the end when the completed article unfolds