…an elderly man… gave us a wave and shouted over: “Soft Day, thank God.”
Today was what is traditionally described in Ireland as ‘a soft day.’ That’s a nice term for a misty, drizzly, warmish kind of a day when you think you’ll never see a blue sky again.
When I peeped out the front door in semi-despair this morning, the haunting look of our Monkey Puzzle tree carried me away from thoughts of blue and the blues:
Monkey Puzzle
Softness was playing in the prickly branches and the greens were greener than green.
All thoughts of staying in and waiting for the ‘day to rise’ left me and Stan and I headed to a deserted Garrarus Beach where the tide was fully out. It certainly wasn’t the stuff of picture postcards looking out to sea but the shoreline carried all sorts of soft promises:
Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford
This was a day to focus on the gifts that the high tide…
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