Hope Returns

Greetings. During May, when these pics were taken, there was a daily die-off of the bees that grace our garden. Little bodies of every variety lay everywhere. Throughout June I didn’t count a single bee. The extreme cold, and wet of June gave way to a dull, but warmer July. We have never, by the way, used weed killers, pesticides, or any suchlike chemicals on our garden. Today, at last, I saw one living bee hovering amongst our wild roses. Hope returns; there is still time for our bees. 

This post, as promised is the last of three. Next time, we will leave May for June, and fly together to a remote location somewhere in the mystical green hills of England.

Before I go, thank you to all who stop by – and if you are willing to read a little bit more, I would like to offer you these words, taken from an Irish blessing: “May you always remember when the shadows fall – you do not walk alone.”

The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,- 

Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns? 

Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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Long Clusters

“In memory of the spring now passing, I drew the long clusters of wisteria that move like waves.” 

(Masaoka Shiki)

I hope you are finding peace within today. When recovering slowly from painful health issues, I find many things quite difficult to do. These include writing. So, please bear with me, and I will publish two sister posts to this one in short order. Meanwhile, here are a few words from a fellow countryman: May your neighbours respect you, troubles neglect you, the angels protect you, and heaven accept you.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

Sincere Appreciation

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With sincere appreciation to all our readers and followers. We wish you all a very Happy Christmas, and the blessings and joys of inner peace throughout the coming year.

 

I’ll finish with Amanda’s Christmas message to her FB friends, which I find quite moving:

 

 

 

Until 2016, Namaste from Amras.

 

Amethyst, Earth, and Glory

Amethyst

 

Earth

 

And Glory

 

In a corner of the garden, one crocus looks over a little amethyst Buddha, while another stands guard beneath the old stone bench. A third crocus greets the sun, and old leaves make a warm blanket for the bulbs in waiting. And now that spring is here, glorious summer doesn’t feel too far away.

These pics are a day or two old, I took them just to share, please enjoy.

 

My next subject is for care givers.

Between 2007, and 2012, I was bed-bound 24/7.  Since then I have been able to enjoy short periods on my feet, providing I’m propped up with a stick or two.  The point being, that I’ve had many bed sores, and know how serious they are.

The good news is that when I started lying with my skin against a clean bath towel, the problem became easy to manage. Tiny particles that can irritate the skin fall between the strands of the towel, where they do less harm, if any.

This has saved on the high cost of propriety creams, and suchlike.

So, if you know anybody who has a family member that is bed-bound, then why not pass it on.

My thanks if you do.

 

Until next time, and may it be soon, thank you, everyone, and may your Easter be a sacred one. Namaste from Amras.

May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
Celtic Prayer 

 

Crocus

 

Photography ©Francis Moloney.