A gusty, gloomy day.

1.30pm

And so, the ebb and flow of spring continues.

Today the cold has returned.

A mizzling sort of day.

Sunset.

Another perfect day.

9am

All day the mountains hide in a lingering gloom.

The air cold on our faces.

Today summer is nowhere to be found.

6.30am

For almost a week we wake to glimmering dawns that promise perfect days.

Summer takes our hand.

6.30pm

The Equinox.

A perfect, balmy day.

5.45pm

St. Patrick's Day

and the sun shone.

6.50am

Oh silent dawn, speak to me of the day.

5.15pm

The week rolls by, a haze of blue and sun and chilly air.

6.30pm

The evenings lengthen, the light lingering just a little.

The rain blows in from the mountains and away out to sea.

5pm

A cooler day today, curlews ringing in the blue air. 

7.10am

Sunrise.

Endless days of  hazy sunshine, stilly air.

 The slumbering land heaves and sighs,

pushing up moisture, filling itself.