Ireland's colorful facades lining the streets, a parade of hospitality with a genuine warmth.
A true reflection of the soul of the Irish.
Giving, caring... generous.
open hearts with their hands reaching out to welcome.
My friend Carrie took me to an open market where the local farmers bring their produce. The woman at one of the stalls offered large fresh eggs, and offered us one of her apples to taste. Another talked about how hard and yet wonderful it felt to grow fruits and vegetables with "A teasing sun that rarely stays out long enough to play."
The food was mighty tasty.
The sun might tease, but the flowers bloom.
Living in Provence where the sun and blue skies are constant, color plays a different note than Ireland. The "Liquid Sunshine" of Ireland cannot take the joyful Irish spirit down.
Flowers are the daily rainbow.
Carrie introduced me to the best apple juice in the world.
I kid you not.
Their website says:
"Mealagulla Farm is located at Knockanemealagulla near Ovens in Cork. Exploring the language of the Gale we find a meaning for “Knockanemealagulla”. Knockane describes a small hill and Mealagulla gives reference to a thousand streams. This gives a meaning in the English language translation for the location of the farm “on the hill of many streams”.
The farm is privately owned and managed by James and Shannon Scannell. The Scannell family are currently the fourth generation farming this land. The family have a tradition of farming in this locality for in excess of one hundred years. They are very proud of the quality products that they produce at Mealagulla."
A woman walks home after a morning spent at the market.
The daily greeting of green, pink, blue ... how can you not smile?
Carrie's love for cooking was my lucky pleasure. She shopped fresh and locally. Cooking homemade goodness, serving it with the taste of define friendship.
I was spoiled over and over by her generous heart.
Thistles in my hometown grow along the ditch banks, and are considered a prickly pesty weed.
Though walking along the boreens I came to see them in a different way.
Do not forget to look up at the lace curtains which allow every drop of sunshine in.
Oh you Irish are soooooooooooooo lucky! So much beauty!
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