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Jun.17.2013
I'm annoyed. I keep getting these offers for Viagra in my junk mail box. I mean Viagra. For women? I wouldn't mind but the Viagra is at a discounted price. Twelve for the price of six. For goodness sakes and I stuck out in the garden half the day trying to stake my damned peas and running around to...
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Jun.14.2013
I had to bake a cake. To celebrate the days of this week. To put a little statement on the energy and progress of my life. Of course it was chocolate. Decorated with pansies from the garden. Glossy from golden syrup ladled into the frosting. Rain came. In buckets. I watched it feeling a...
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Jun.14.2013
Please click! Enjoy. Especially for those who never got to finish the book! mx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRhaj5DP7Ag
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Jun.10.2013
The weather changed overnight. Dark clouds drifted in from the direction of the sea. The bells rang out after a long silent bout. The trees swayed. I closed the blue gates. Put on an extra layer. Decided not to water the vegetables as I was sure that the rain was not far off. The dogs looked...
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Jun.07.2013
Dear Drew,
You would have surely laughed out loud this evening as we struggled with the patio table and chairs moving them out onto the lawn to eventually place them beneath the shade of the pine trees. But it was necessary. The sun on the patio, even at seven p.m. was unbearable, and I suppose we...
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Jun.05.2013
The garden is abuzz with Summer; flutterings of scarlet butterflies, cuckoo calls, tinkles of tired, rusted bells after Winter's furious roar. We are transformed. We drip into fluid honey with buttercup smiles and strawberry stains on our lips, a forgotten heat infuses our bones. How pliable are we...
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May.30.2013
Two days of fine sunny weather and we've all gone mad. I swear the beagle winked at me today as his nonchalantly clicked his heels like a pair of snappy castanets and smiled, a big succulent drool of a smile that caused me to stop in my tracks and wonder why the permanently depressed looking canine...
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May.25.2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R887Os9RfP8
I couldn't help but feel a little sad as I stood in the back porch and watched H at the end of the garden as he picked the wild mint for dinner. I mean there is something about seeing a man stooped over a patch of wild mint with a dog beside him...
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May.24.2013
A poem from Ireland is;
Mud, sheep shit, gorse and rocks
marble statues, woolly socks
whiskey, turf, embers grey
black skies, tie-dyes, yesterdays
love, ribbons, broken dreams
lace, tweed and endless seams
creaking doors, cobwebs, light
death, ceilings, talks at night
photographs on mantels faded...
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May.22.2013
I hate it when I don't blog. My brain gets clogged up with ideas and thoughts and irrational behaviour sets in. I start ranting to the dogs. Take long walks through the sun dappled lane where new lime green leaves beckon me into their wombs and despite my rambling up and down the road, nothing...
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May.13.2013
I thought I had seen the last of the winter coats once I heaved them off the coat stand in the back porch on a sunny afternoon last week. I felt elated and was sure the stand heaved a sigh of relief that the weight of cold days had finally lifted from its weary bones and freed it, allowed it to...
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May.06.2013
I passed most of the day in the garden with H and Small dog. It was perfect really and as it was a holiday here, no better way to pass the time. I had plenty to do. Seeds had to be sown. Wild flower seeds and poppy seeds and night-scented stock that needed to be put into the soil before it was too...
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May.04.2013
We were pilgrims throughout that Summer drought, a mother and her bedraggled brood;
three sandaled Hansels in a broken line of tattered dungarees.
Down the black sticky road we went and through a stile, smooth as alabaster
to cross the trodden grass that cried out
for rain, until we came
to the...
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May.03.2013
Ah but it's nice to have some free time to blog again. I miss it if I don't - the whole blogging thing. The connection with my well 'connections' although I don't really see my connections as mere connections. I see them as friends. I know it is crazy but so what. And I know that if I don't blog I...
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Apr.28.2013
Restful Sunday. Beautiful day with the sunlight flitting in and out between the grey clouds and the garden slowly coming to life little by little after the darkness of the days finally beginning to slide slowly away from us. Still, it seems that it, the garden, is more hesitant this year than...
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there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.
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—Raymond Carver
About Mary
I live in the west of Ireland. I enjoy writing in many forms, prose, drama, poetry and short pieces for radio. I am also a fanatical baker.
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Mary’s Favorite Books
Stag's Leap - Sharon Olds, The Picture of Dorian Grey - Oscar Wilde, The Bell Jar - Slyvia Plath, Unless - Carol Shields, A Moveable Feast - Hemingway, The Sea...
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