Last week my family moved house. The new house is beautiful – a little cottage in the countryside like something out of a fairy tale (see the photos below.) Nevertheless, moving was quite difficult, quite emotional, and one of those experiences that have forced me into learning a lesson I did not know that I … More On Leaving Home, and a Beautiful Breakfast
Long Live the Weeds! What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet. (Gerard Manley Hopkins, from “Inversnaid”.) I first really discovered the joy of weeding when I went to Sweden as … More Long Live the Weeds!
Last weekend we moved house. (Which I had never really done before in this way, needing to move lock stock and barrel from one place to the next and having to be OUT of one place by Tuesday and IN to the new place and the landlady coming to do an inspection and needing everything … More The Unusual History of Hypochondria
Can you have a garden if you don’t have sun? If you don’t have warmth? If you don’t have earth? Over the past while I’ve been wanting desperately to make things grow, something which is an instinctive desire in me and helps keep me sane during stressful times. It’s difficult because of where I live: … More Ways to Grow and Seeds to Sow
Carrickmourne: that is the name of the place where I grew up. In Irish it is Carraig Mhuirne – Muirne’s Rock. Muirne is an Irish name, and at some time in the past this person must have been very important. Was a stone was their most treasured and significant possession; so much so that they named their … More A Poem, Place-names, and an Old-Home Problem
I came across the Oakes Twins through working at the Science Gallery in Dublin. They’re going to be exhibiting there very soon – and, as it is my job to talk to people about the various exhibits in the gallery, I did some research… and became completely absorbed and sidetracked by the mathematical background to … More Curved Curiosities
I give out to myself for listening too much to the radio, but occasionally it does help me discover things that I would never find in any other way. I hear poets interviewed sometimes and mostly they do nothing to change my mind with its view that modern poetry by people under the age … More A Poem in a Bowl