The desolate, deserted trees The faded earth, the heavy sky The beauties she so truly sees She thinks I have no eye for these And vexes me for reason why Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Frost

Ben Bulben in November

Multi tasking Ma dictating and preparing dinner

Fite lit

Planting Narcissus Tête-à-tête and Minnow; and Dwarf Iris

And what will the robin do then, Poor thing? He’ll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing! #feedthebirds

Ben Bulben cloud

Winter sun through the rain

Planting Tulipa Flaming Flag and Pacific Pearl

November days Mild enough in the North West today

Evening light

Alexander Williams Stormy night Lissadell collection

Sunday sunrise

Sunday sunrise

Rain on the wind

Winter in Sligo

What a person says or does reveals a certain moral purpose; and a good element of character, if the purpose so revealed is good. Such goodness is possible in every type of person, even in a woman ... Aristotle The Art of Poetry

There is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them. Montgomery

Soft day in Sligo