10 June Friday
We woke to the sound of rain. It is at least three weeks since we have had any rain at all. Maybe it has even been longer. To live in this hot summery world has been wonderful but in the last week there has been increased grumblings about the need for rain. Now that we have rain, new complaints will start. There will be a lamenting that our summer is over already and really it was not nearly long enough. Meanwhile it is lovely to watch the world turning greener by the minute. Heavy rain on the roof is a good sound.
9 June Thursday
I drove into Cahir and saw bright orange cones all along by the church and the playing field. There were about six men in reflective vests directing a very few cars. No one was allowed to park on either side of the road for quite a distance. On my way back out of town a man in a reflective vest directed me in to the second left. I asked why and he shouted The Relic! A little farther along another man in a reflective vest stopped me. I asked what was going on. He was very excited. He stood very near to my open window and he shouted “We have A Relic of Saint Anthony of Padua here and we have it here all afternoon! We have it here until 9.30 tonight!”
8 June Wednesday
The milk trucks are too big for the road. It does not matter if the milk truck is a DairyGold truck or a Glanbia truck. They charge right down the middle of the road and the middle of the road is the whole road. There is no where to go to get out of their way when they are racing towards you. Even when I am on foot they seem to leave no space. To meet them in a car is terrifying. Now the roads are full of more big things. Every turn is a confrontation with a tractor pulling some enormous machinery sticking out both behind it and above it. Sometimes the tractors slow down because they are so high they can see over the ditch and they can tell if a car is coming but most times they just bomb along. Silage, haying, and any kind of harvesting activity that needs doing while the sun is shining is being done right now and it is all being done at top speed. It is a good time to stay home.
7 June Tuesday
John the Post arrived early. He jumped out of his van in great excitement about the freshly repaired boreen. He was so happy with the filling in of all of the terrible holes and gashes that he could not say enough. He already knew who had done the work. The man who had done the work was known to him. He said we had found the exact right man for the job. We could not possibly have had anyone better unless we had had that same man’s father-in-law who had taught him every single thing he knew about tarmacadam. John was also thrilled with yesterday’s cutting back of all the drooping cow parsley. The cow parsley and all of the nettles and tall things growing with it had been making the track narrower and narrower almost by the hour. He said he would happily drive up and down our boreen all day long.
6 June Monday
Andrzej was explaining some of the surgery his sister has been going through. She had a tumour in one part of her head or neck which had grown quietly inside her ever since she was a child and the nuclear power plant at Chernobyl exploded. Almost everyone in their part of Poland had been affected as children but only now are the problems manifesting. It took this long for the tumour to grow and become something which anyone could find and identify. Andrzej was trying to explain the situation of his sister’s neck and her surgery but because his English is not great he often has to resort to peculiar uses of language. Today he spoke of the doctor who is going to fix The Yoke in the neck of his sister. Yoke is a catch-all kind of word. It is a word which is used to name something or anything instead of using its proper name. Yoke is interchangeable with Thing. Yoke is a thoroughly Irish bit of slang. It was fine to hear it coming from Andrzej with his strong Polish accent because I am sure that even if he had known the correct word for the part that was being fixed in his sisters neck we would not have known what it was anyway. We would not have known the word in English nor in Polish. It was just fine for him to call it a Yoke and for us to think of it as a Yoke.
5 June Sunday
Yesterday TJ installed a hand rail on the side of the barn. We were not allowed to touch it while the paint was wet. Today I have been up and down dozens of times simply enjoying the fact that it is there.
4 June Saturday
TJ the blacksmith spoke about the apple tarts that his mother made. There were a lot of children to feed so his mother never made a tart with a top crust. Instead she made her apple tart on a large rectangular baking sheet. There was a crust on the bottom with sliced apples and sugar and butter spread over the top. When the children saw that their mother was preparing a tart they tried hard to be helpful by setting the table or doing some small job that she would notice. They were eagerly competing to be one of the four chosen to receive a corner piece. The corners were the best and sweetest pieces. The children were convinced that the sugar oozed down into the corners. Unless the baking tray was quite misshapen I do not think that the corners would have more sugar in them than any other portion of the tart, but TJ was so happy remembering the sweet corners that I said nothing. Or perhaps his mother piled extra sugar in the corners just to maintain the excitement.
3 June Friday
Sewing books in the barn on a hot day is tricky. I need to leave the door open for air but the birds are swooping and dashing around especially the swallows who are nesting in the roof. They consider the entire area of the barn their own world both inside and out. Once they fly in it is hard to get them out again. It is hard to get them out and they poop on everything in their rush and panic to find an exit which is not glass. Sometimes they knock themselves out flying into the windows. At least then it is easy to pick them up and take them back outdoors. In the past three days I have had three swallows, a starling and a wren in the barn. Two knocked themselves unconscious and two I captured in a colander. One found the door and flew out by herself.