AM I an invasive species here, where I have chosen to live..
Category: at home away
My Irish garden
It turns out blogging is good for accountability. As is le weekend. After being all inspired last week, I decided it was finally time to do something about my garden.
How does your garden grow?
Bluebells in May, Anjelica in June, the hedgerows in Ireland are coming into bloom. My own garden in Cork just getting going and its very inspiring to be surrounded by the wild mess of flowers on every road. What happens after inspiration? How do you make your life more beautiful and useful?
the bargain hunter
Soooo since making this crazy-awesome move to Cork, where I imagined I would be free to make and bake and knit as opposed to working all the time, I have been dreaming of getting a sewing machine again. But without a car (with which to collect one from donedeal.ie) or several hundred quid to spare (for a new […]
apples in winter
It’s been chilly this week in Cork, and we even had a bit of snow. Not enough to cause problems but just enough to turn this little city into a wonderland. I grabbed my camera and managed to get a few shots of it swirling ’round. Once it stopped we went out for a whiskey, […]
farewell to london
a few pictures from this summer’s fun…
helllllo
The academic term just ended so apparently only 12 weeks have passed since I was home in Seattle over Christmas. But you know, it feels like a lot longer. I have been heads down with my final assignments of graduate school and narrowing down even further the focus of my research. I can’t tell you […]
chickadees
Back in London for the homestretch of my masters. Typing it up til spring. The past few weeks have been wonderful. I went “home” for Christmas, although our Christmas holidays were actually hosted by my sister in Canada. Then over New Year’s, my sister and I flew down to Seattle and helped my Dad pack up the house. It was dusty, […]
rivers
Atypical negativity: The less useful or important something is here the more likely it is to work. Two days ago I saw London fog for the first time and now I’m afraid I’ll never see anything else again. And as my metaphorical motivation has returned: Fall arrived suddenly as if a thousand trees were struck […]
i’m getting closer
maybe… further mostly right now I want to finish.But I can’t even decidewhat tack to take talking the truth is in the sourcesput aside your point of viewbut doesn’t context matter?aren’t those prejudices true?to some extentit always does come together in the end. but why is it so hardto know what you needreally?