Wheat Grass

What we used to call Wheat Grass as kids - we spent ages "harvesting" the grains from the top of them in the back garden and then crushing them between two "mill stones" (big flat stones from the mother's rockery) to make flour.

Blooming Bloomsday

I was roped into attending Bloomsday yesterday. I'm no fan of Joyce (I love The Dead but Ulysses is appalling dross) but my friend is a devotee and she begged the other two of us to attend. I must say If I have to suffer Joyce, Davy Byrne's Bar off Grafton Street is the place to do it. The atmosphere was excellent, the enthusiasm of the patrons, many in costume dress and others dressed with more than a nod to the period was infectious. There were songs and recitations, and inevitably, the passage from the offending book regarding Mr Davy Byrne himself. All in all it was a good day out, and I imagine even more so should you happen to like Mr Joyce!

In the Forest

The forest park that is the remnant of the great forests that once surrounded the city; we went for a walk from the university side, in the near continuous drizzle on Saturday - enjoying the green, lush colours. Definitely one for the "Urban Beauty" category. It's a wonderful park, unfortunately ungoing a fair bit of work on pathways etc at the moment but still an oasis as long as the weather isn't good. Once the temperatures soar the citizens come out in droves to enjoy the forest.

Pompeii Plaza

Just love the angles on the "floor" of the square; this was taken in April on honeymoon in Italy. While visiting Pompeii, I loved the angles created by the ruined architecture - something new and beautiful out of something that once was whole, and beautiful.

Grace

Red and Grey