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. 

Just before sunset.

Countless days of bright sunshine and glowing dusks.

5pm

By evening the day finally rains itself out.

5pm

Last night's mist burns away to give a bright, warm day that holds Spring in its palm,

then, as evening falls, it slowly fades, the mountains melting into moisture before our very eyes.

5pm

Eventually the rains, which have hung low overhead all day,

arrive in a slow, loomy drift.

5.15pm

A bright sunny day that precedes torrential rain.

5.30pm

All day a misty rain fell, cloaked us in softness, a soft day.

And then! Through the window, oh most glorious, unexpected splendor!

4pm

Bright sunlight reluctantly returns,

bringing a steady creeping of light into the day.

4.15pm.

Rain.

Rain for days.