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.
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?
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.
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
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
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.