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A day of summer

Fragments of clouds are hanging loosely above the world around us. Daylight, just born, permeates the wadded substance with a delicate radiance as the sea is colouring silver a moment later. Soon growing sunlight will take away the veil of the night.

Delicate light

From far away I hear the cuckoo. Bright and distinct is its call in this early morning. Shortly after, the thrush is exhibits its repertoire from high up on the wire. The cattle in the nearby fields awaken slowly and so does the donkey from down the road.

Concert of thrush


A summer morning

When the ferry comes around the corner to moor at the new pier, the sun meanwhile has arrived high up in the sky.


It is time to start the daily chorus on a day like this;

Eager to be photographed

I see mother donkey and her foal taken out of the field. Mother knows exactly what will happen this morning as her foal does know as well. While his mother stays where she is set down, her offspring goes on tiptoe – so to speak- behind her and off he goes to the road. He nibbles here as he nibbles there, this grass here tastes so much nicer he seems to think. And another step he takes and another one thereafter…
In the meantime, his mother is patiently waiting while the master is harnessing her. Fully concentrated he lovingly puts the bridle on her first and then he carefully attaches the harness onto the beams of a small cart. The only thing left to do is loading the cart now with hay, food and water for the cattle in the fields further away. And of course, the little brave black dog which will not be forgotten, has to jump onto the cart as well. As soon as the master himself jumps on the cart and picks up the reins, her youngster comes back at a trot and joins the party. And off they go!
Mother donkey knows the way as she goes, willing to please her master. Her foal follows the party at his own pace letting the distance become bigger and bigger though until the cart is out of sight then it’s really time to catch up with his mum.
Slowly I see the party moving on merging together with the landscape.


Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

Oíche Bhealtaine

Síocháin agus suaimhneas, peace and tranquillity are what the day seems to have in stock for us all.


Radiated by sunlight and no wind, Inis Meáin is awarded with another glance on nature; the flatness of the sea is showing its variety in colours so I can figure out the differences of her deepness. Wide ranges of shadows of clouds above, reflecting into the sea instead of onto, due to the circumstances, I can also see but in a vertical way this time. There is Straw island on the left of me, the easterly outpost of Inis Mór, in her flatness of the moment it looks like a fried egg, the lighthouse as the yolk nicely in the middle as is Trácht Each situated almost opposite, being unclenched now of any rough wave that might come in, to resist for there are none. No obstacle or what so ever of white in colour, will hit the seashore now. What a lovely start of the day and the new season lying in front of us, for this happens on the threshold of the first day of Summer.

Have a wish
The cuckoo must have been triggered by this ostensible atmosphere of equilibrium also; although his call is coming from far away, I hear him, for me the very first time this year. Summer is!

Summer has arrived
As all good things use to come in three, the third but planned event is the annual event of the confirmation. This year to be received by two youngsters. The happy buzz around the preparation started already the night before with the decoration of the church. Big papers with drawings and texts about the subject are hung on the walls. Coloured ribbons decorate the front benches and everywhere there is a lovely smell of fresh flowers. A last lick of white paint is given to one of the front gables. The national flag and a string of little flags mark the entrance to the church. On a sun-drenched afternoon after an tArd Easpag or the Archbishop, from Tuam with the local priest and two other visiting priests, enter the church with the youngsters in their midst. On one side almost all the benches are filled with red, the colleague pupils in uniform, on the other side there is the choir and the community to give a warm welcome to the youngsters. All in all, it was a festive event.

Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

Spring cleaning

Longing for better times

All of a sudden it is not there anymore. I hardly dare to consider whether it really is over although there is not a wee breeze of any kind that I hear.

Relatively calm

Only an ongoing stream of silence is what I notice.

Warm inside

After so many weeks of shrieking gales and rattling sounds of hailstones on the roof, the wind has changed direction and space is made to experience another side of Spring. . .

Spring is on her way

The sun is peeping through the windows as long as you can call it a day… And the luxury to have a clear blue sky above me, I do not need to be bothered by the cold as I can look freely around me and discover all sort of greens coming up along the road. Looking back on those past weeks it feels like a hibernation from which I awaken right now.
Birth of Spring is delicate still; every day anew rain and winds are catching people by surprise. However, with the climbing of the sun there is an ongoing extension in the day’s stretch.

The day’s stretch

Spring has taken over the lead in the circle of seasons. Whether it is more on the outside or on the inside, naturally people react on the quality of February, the introductory month of spring which stands for purification or cleaning. And what is nicer at this time of year than to give the house a spring cleaning with the ongoing brightening in daylight and any dust is apparent. Or perhaps a new haircut to go for. With undertaking some sort of purification, we become aware of another, unexpected side, of our self and on the ballast of worn out habits we might carry with us. Cleaning from within makes space and new ideas can develop in the months ahead.

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin