Ireland, the first step, green is only the beginning.
Whenever I go to a place where I have dreamed about, I wonder if it will hold true to the images and expectations I have had.
Ireland held true and beyond.
Green it is. Unbelievable shades. That patchwork land spread out for miles, then wrapped me warmly.
The grassy knoll bordering the seaside was like a comfort cover: Thick, velvety soft and inviting me to jump in. I have never seen grass like that- unbelievable... it was bouncy thick.
Rain? Showers. Doesn't stop anyone or thing from taking part of the day. Though the conversation between anyone who we meet, holds more than a few sentences about it.
The weather is a constant source of hope, wonder and conversation. It can be raining two feet ahead of you, misty two feet behind you, and blue right above you.
Rain is part of their lives, part of the landscape. Green is the color because of it. Emerald Island is the outcome.
A family was having a picnic said to me as I passed by,
"Its not raining it is liquid sunshine."
Their little daughter looked up, looked at me, looked at her dad and questioned, "Liquid sunshine Daddy? Its rain."
"No, it is liquid sunshine."
In the end everything is about how we perceive it.
Colorful wonder. Houses. Shutters. Flowers.
Flowers. Flowers. Flowers and rarely black clothing.
Foxgloves grow wild.
For that reason alone I would live in Ireland.
Pubs. Life is colorful. Music every night. Families gather, friends too.
A home away from home.
Happy place they are.
The Irish are easy going and lovely. Happy. Smiling! Talkative!
and even though we speak the same language there are times I simply do not understand a word.
Liquid jewel sunshine, crowning glory!