" I would like to live in the same soil as my ancestors, and walk under their trees, and do what they did, and think their thoughts. " - Elizabeth Lawrence. After 4 decades in Sweet Home Chicago I moved to North Carolina where my first Irish ancestor landed in the early 1700's. I'm an artist, garden designer and grandma blogging about my life in this " Southern part of Heaven " as Chapel HIll is called.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
In An Irish Garden
For the first time I got to visit Ireland as a guest instead of a tourist . It's much more relaxing when you have an Irish host who will gladly show you their beautiful country. My daughter, her husband and my 4 1/2 year old granddaughter Lea enjoyed a splendid week in which there was little or no rain, very unusual for them. As a matter of fact I joked that we had more rain in North Carolina , and in fact, it was true.
From the city of Cork we travelled by car to nearby destinations -Kinsalle and Blarney and various other little seaport towns.
The Irish coast at the Atlantic ocean .
The rugged beauty of the natural rock outcroppings .
A street scene on the way to Blarney .
View of the garden from my host's sun room . I love the Irish stone walled garden .
It has been a great summer in Cork as evidenced by these beautiful flowers in full bloom.
And of course there's always the rainy day when it's best to stay inside.
I really treasured my time in Ireland as a visitor with gracious hosts who enjoyed their little granddaughter as much as I do .
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