Finding Trees in Ireland is like a game of whereβs Wally. Beautiful landscapes and itβs my place but you know, we could do with a few less sheep.
You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
Seamus Heaney
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
Wordsworth.
Web working dad.
The North part of Ireland.
Walk on air against your better judgement.
Seamus Heaney