Thirteenth Ireland Post: The Tenor Of A Day
Our most beautiful weather day in Ireland happened on a “stay-at-home” day. There was very little wind, NO RAIN all day long, and golden sun. The children and I spent some time playing outside, and I wanted to share photos of that, plus some random memories of our trip.
Every morning I wake up in Ireland, and if Buds has been up for awhile before me, there’s a cup of coffee waiting for me.
I know he’s making himself coffee anyway, and this takes little effort, but it means a great deal to me: the little connections that remind me that Buds knows what I like, or remind me that he’s thinking of me. That means a vast amount to me.
I cleared the chairs out from the dining room table as part of cleaning, and it reminded me of my childhood Saturdays when Mom would clean house. She would move all the chairs out into the piano nook, and I’d pretend I was driving a train, climbing from chair to chair.
Our crew wasn’t interested in them as a train, but the Buster felt they made a comfortable couch for reading. He laid on his back, feet in the air, reading a Beast Quest.
De has a beautiful tiered garden out back, and the children had a great time making up stories, picking flowers, and pounding rocks in the perfect afternoon.
Nothing that doesn’t happen in whatever country we are in, but a lovely reminder that these things can happen in whatever country we are in.
