That was a lovely afternoon...really warm and sunny. We'd almost run out of bird seed so went to a place near to Castlebar for a change from Roscommon...
It's the sort of shop cum garden centre cum pet store that makes you wish you had unlimited cash to spend...I hobbled about with my trusty walking stick almost dribbling over wrought iron tables and chairs...huge lanterns for outdoors...lovely terracotta pots...glossy gardening books with little advice, but plenty of gorgeous photographs of exquisite plantings in beautiful settings...there are little glass jars of 'homemade' chutneys and jams...cellophane twists of fudge...I daresay you get the general drift.
Himself bought the seed and one of those parrot treat bars...I shuffled round the plants and bought a tray of Johnny-Jump-Up violas...tiny pansies in other words, with blue and yellow faces. Looked at the price of the hanging baskets...drop dead wonderful, stuffed with petunias and heavens knows what else and giggled inanely at the thought of actually buying one...
The place is on a main road...directly in front is Crough Patrick where the pilgrims climb to the summit every July...and to the right is the long line of the Ox mountains...then a bit further round is Ben Bulben. The countryside is lovely at this time of the year...the sides of the road are swathed in drifts of Ox-eye daisies and Red clover...all the gorse is in bloom and there are still patches of Bluebells under the trees.
We stopped at a newish Tesco's store in a little town on the way home and that was another garden of delights which made our local supermarket look like the village shop. Not wanting a palaver over what to have for supper, I bought a ready to eat salad bowl and a cooked chicken...forgot a jar of olives but I daresay I can live without them.
And this morning I saw tadpoles in our ditch...big tadpoles that are beginning to lose their tails...Himself brought some wild Irises home a couple of weeks ago to put in the ditch and we think the tadpoles must have been caught up in the roots. I do hope some manage to survive and become frogs...although we refer to it as a ditch, it was once a run- off from the river at the bottom of the garden...it was where the milk churns were put to cool the milk down. It's silted up now and full of Marsh Marigolds and Wild Irises or Flags, as they are known locally. There's some pretty pond weed as well which has a bright blue flower...don't know it's name though. It does have water in it from the rain and has never dried right up...the ditch I mean...not the blue flower...