31/05/2023
As I rose early this morning I reflected on the month of May and all that she had brought forth.
Warm sunny days with the winds at our back and the promise of longer evenings ahead.
99's, football kits, daily applications of sunscreen, Zirtek taking the place of Calpol and extra after after dinner plays.
Grasses looking greener than I can remember and the Hawthorn trees standing tall like giant puffs of cotton candy saluting us as we go about our daily treks. Cow parsley spilling over onto the road, an explosion of growth and colour, new life and nesting.
It was like world woke up and we were there to greet it!
For me a particular high point is and continues to be the return of the swallows after their long flight and year long absence.
The holy grail of the GAA is back in swing.
Mammy's, Daddy's (and anyone else than can be roped in) roaring on their support from the side lines much to the delight of young faces tanned and freckled from the sun.
The stresses of life didn't disappear but the sharper edges were taken off.
May, you have been good to us.
June, you have big shows to fill.
