Hello from Mayo. Our birch leaves are like golden arrowheads on the tarmac drive. A late brood of swallows is still roosting in our porch, but not for long more. A burst of sunny weather hardly makes up for the wet summer, the nights are cool now; a beautiful moon the last few nights kept the dog barking. We had to bring him into the house to get some sleep.
That leaf is the smoking gun.
ReplyDeleteHello from Mayo. Our birch leaves are like golden arrowheads on the tarmac drive. A late brood of swallows is still roosting in our porch, but not for long more. A burst of sunny weather hardly makes up for the wet summer, the nights are cool now; a beautiful moon the last few nights kept the dog barking. We had to bring him into the house to get some sleep.
ReplyDeletesean -- ahhh...the rainy Irish summer.
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting! (I miss Ireland.)