Warning: Some readers may find the graphic photos of real Summer, including sunshine, outdoor swimming and ice-creams upsetting or traumatic. These are not holiday snaps. They depict real life. Read on at own risk. It is the evening of Sunday the 30th August. Many of you will be reading this while suffering from a combination… Continue reading No Sign of Summer Ending
It is not quite 7am and the display on the main street reads 23 degrees as I stroll past on my way back from the bakery with a baguette in my hand. Still sleepy from the muggy nighttime heat, I try my best not to scratch the mosquito bites that tingle on my neck and… Continue reading Summer So Strange
Wet strawberries after rain A smell I’ve missed From Irish summers As a country child Wafts to me now Post thunderstorm In a different land Mingling memories Of strawberry picking At twelve and thirteen With humid summers Here in adulthood. Neither summer ideal But scented the same. Some things will always Remind me of home.
