The Color of Ireland? What is the Color of your Heart?

 

The music seeps up from the streets, overflows from the feet of those walking along, then travels to the heart.

Music hand in hand with Ireland.

Starts young. The little girl said, "Yeah" to every song the musician sang.

Was it water or straight up gin?

"Whatever," I thought as I bit into some homemade crisps.

 

 

 

 

Local honey smooth golden soft. 

The wool spun

up and through

worn warm,

close to heart,

never far from the source,

strong

but not hard.

Delicious.

 

 

 

Each building a different color.

Wear yours-

be yourself-

be true-

be good.

 

 

 

Wool

Cider

Froth

Knit

Scone

Cream

Green

Song

Babies with rosy cheeks

And the sea and ocean pounding lullabye.

 

 

 

I have walked on grass so soft my feet sank to my bellybutton.

Do the Irish know the color taupe, black, grey or white?

I wore an orange sweater today, French Husband did not know who I was. I threw on Carrie's blue scarf to add to the rainbow punch.

It reminded me thirty years ago on a beach in Spain, I was the only woman with a top. Peer pressure, I took it off.

Red, so red, fried to a crisp. Thought my nipples would fall off.

Wearing an orange sweater is mild by comparison... Oh age softens the toughest cookie.

 

 

 

The music runs as deep as the green.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The facades above

are all on one side of a block. 

That is to say Ireland is colorful.

Every step.

 

 

 

 

Twilight

colorful

9:45pm.

 

 

 

 

Homemade Potatoes Crisps.

Heaven is certainly here.

A bag of warm love.

Never ever in France before lunch

But in Ireland, do what you want and let live.

Freedom rules.

Crisps at 10 am.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh.

My.

God.

 

 

 

 

I honestly believe someone threw a large green patchwork quilt over the land and called it Ireland.

 

 

 

A little black and white in Ireland.

He is the color of my heart.

 

Comments

[g]

when d and I were flying in I said the same "my gosh It looks like a million shades of green in a quilt" the land of my dad's people.... green the color of hope- in any shade!

[Star]

I wish we could see you in the orange sweater and borrowed blue scarf. Loving seeing this beautiful country through your eyes.

[jackie]

beautiful...

[Marilyn]

You have a beautiful way of describing the beauty of Ireland. Yes, COLOR!

[Kathie]

Remember seeing similar green patchworks in the small pastures of the Azores?

[Jahdevos]

Dear Corey-- I hope you have time to keep up the travelogue! I've never been to Ireland, and I'm loving your words. <3

[Cindy]

Beautiful----and the people of Ireland are like that patchwork and as beautiful as that song.

[Toni]

So good to see such authentic pictures of the home that is in my blood. Thank you! Safe travels.

[carol]

So alive. Green and blue and beautiful.

[martina]

You described it so beautifully! Ireland is a beautiful place, with wonderful people, gorgeous scenery and oooooh the food. I want to go there again.

[Iowa Julie]

Embrace color, Corey! Take it home with you!

[Rhonda]

Do know, dear Corey, although I don't often comment, I read every post of yours! This one touched my heart on this Saturday morning. You ended it well. There is your heart. xo

[Rebecca from the pacific northwest]

YOU RAT! You wore color and there's no photo to document that?

[Kate]

You inspire me, and make me laugh! And make me appreciate living.
Thank you so much for your commitment to posting something every day. I know it cannot always be easy or convenient, but to those of us who read, it is SUCH a treat.

[Dori]

I love this, Corey....Just love it! : )