damage after the storm

We hadn't seen a storm like this in Cork in something like 15 years. I remember the last storm: It was Christmas, we lost our power for a week. We spent the time playing board games, lighting candles, sitting in front of roaring fires, telling stories. We had a wood stove that heated both the water as well as the house. We were able to cook casseroles and boil water on a little ring on top, making the most of the escaping heat. We lost countless massive hundred-year-old beach trees and a pine. They fell down like matchsticks. 

This storm didn't feel so bad. It was windy, whirling, sometimes roaring. The gusts came from the South East. I wondered if it would catch another beach tree and fling it into our house. We lost power and my phone died not long after. I hadn't been prepared. We had no heating, we'd got rid of the stove since and adopted a regular open fireplace. We had no hot water. 

It's the time when you can't have a cup of tea or coffee that you want it the most. We ate leftovers and wondered how we would fare, I wondered if this would be a week without power again and how could I not have learnt from the lessons of the past. Realising again, in that moment, how dependent we had become on technology and on the services of others to keep our lives running as we know it. I felt lost without that phone, computer and background noise from the radio. But there was a beauty in the silence. A moment to pause and escape the rat race. A moment to pick up that book I had been wanting to get back to reading for ages and surround myself in a sea of candles. 

And then I took walk around the neighbourhood the following day; trees ripped from their homes, roots scattered, branches broken. All set amongst the stillness of the snow. 

Posted on April 17, 2014 and filed under every day, thoughts.

learning the art of flower arranging

Step One: Roses and Coronations

Life is so much better when your home is brightened up with flowers. How pretty are these roses?! I just had to do something with them. But, learning the art of flower arranging is far from easy. As it turns out, you have to step back and plan because a random "I think this will work out", probably won't.


Firstly, I got the oasis and holder together. I put the greenery in place, in this case I used holly. Hint: Make sure you keep turning your arrangement around so that you get an even spread.

Then I started trying to be creative and putting in the colourful roses. Then the coronations. 

I kept building it up, I probably should have made it all the same height so it looked neater and a bit more professional!

And voila! Here is the finished arrangement! Could I have done with a bit more greenery? Some more of those pretty roses? Of course, but there's a first time for everything. This was definitely a little bit harder than I thought. When I do this again, I'l be placing the flowers closer together, using a smaller holder and make sure that all of the flowers are showing out at the same height.  

Still, I've got to say - it sure was pretty!  

Posted on April 16, 2014 and filed under DIY.

on a foggy day

This harbour has been my home forever. My memories of it glide between it being beautiful to somewhere I saw a plethora of rubbish pass me by as I was sailing slowly from one end to the other.  

But, there was something uplifting about seeing this place once again shrouded in beauty. The rolling sea fog created quite the spectacle, becoming a thing of wonder.  The fog rolled in, but the sky was a luminescent blue - the sun shining like it was on holiday.

Moments of grey appeared, dazzling water as the fog rolled over. Ripples becoming the focus, fog the background. 

Surreal how the fog encases the harbour and our homes until then, it disappears. 

Posted on April 15, 2014 and filed under reflection.