Around the corner from our friend Carrie's house a souvenir from the past stands reminding us to enjoy the moment at hand and guard our memories well. I met Carrie through blogging about four years ago.     …

                     A lovely Sunday filled with driving around the countryside, looking into shops bought a wool hat, went to a chowder taste off with 26 chefs from around Ireland, drank stout,…

  Guess where I am going?             The back roads in Ireland, the tiny unmarked ones that weave through the countryside lined by hedges, stone walls or fences, are called: Boreens. If you do not…

      Renoir's poppies.       Van Gogh's Irises.       My friend's roses.      

My Dad's Day.