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Feast of St. Brigid –

Make her cross with the wrong reeds ~

A minor penance.

Dalkey Island Sound –

A good place to pause and think ~

His ashes, long gone.

Long day gardening –

Finally sat down to rest ~

With naked ladies.

Family picnic –

Swifts circling, feed on the wing ~

A fine stand of pines.

Pittosporum scent –

Strong, mornings and evenings ~

Bracketing the day.

Magnolia blooms –

Battered by the growing wind ~

White plates on the lawn.

Peter the Bluetit –

Freddy the Robin redbreast ~

I’m in their world now.

Picking blackberries –

Against the fading grey light ~

Can’t tell black from red.

A Monday haircut –

Shut in, the last customer ~

Free beer a nice touch.

Magnolia blooms –

My Mother’s garden renews ~

‘Sure that soil is spent’

Her mother famously said –

She was gloriously wrong.

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