It has been a busy week. I have had Zoom meetings or classes that averaged two hours every day for eight days straight. That was quite the marathon! Is it just me or do video meetings take a lot of energy? Or perhaps, I am just out of practice with that much interaction with someone other than my husband?! Meanwhile, work on the Geopark Poetry Map is hotting up, too. Check out this blog on Thursday, 29th April for a special geoheritage poem to celebrate Poetry Day Ireland. This year’s theme for Poetry Day Ireland is “New Directions: Maps and Journeys.” Very appropriate as we await submissions for the Geopark Poetry Map
Spring is exerting its force here in West Cavan. My husband is an ardent gardener and has been planting bulbs around our acre and in pots and containers and down along the lane over the years. With the mandate to take outdoor exercise we have more walkers down our (generally) quiet lane. When we were in the local Spar on a Monday for the weekly supermarket grocery swoop, his flowers were complimented. This may spur him on to more bulb planting this autumn.
The Weekly poem grew out of an exercise with my Saturday Poets. Poems and gardens…what better legacy to leave to posterity.
Legacy For Tony They walk past the garden admiring the croci, then daffodils, then tulips lining our lane where walkers take their mandated exercise. Bulbs keep giving, multiplying year on year. They shall outlast us more than likely.And long after we are in the ground they shall cheer up the walkers and drive bys with trumpets blaring gold. Cups of pink and red, purple, white and orange will open each Spring for someone to admire their riot of colour. Planted out just for some future strangers' pleasure.
See you on Thursday for the whole hoopla of Poetry Day Ireland!