15 June Wednesday
Rain. Hail. Thunder. Sun. Rain. Hail. Thunder. Sun. The weather is completely exciting. We just do not know what will happen next. The order changes but it all keeps happening.
14 June Tuesday
There is a strange sort of kindness built into life here. People seem eager to tell you the thing that you want to hear. They will tell you that you can get a bus connection even if it is not true and if in fact the very bus you want will be leaving three minutes before your own bus arrives. Maybe they tell you this because they do not want to disappoint you. There is no thought that you will be disappointed later on when you understand that you missed a bus which you were never going to catch anyway.
Simon went into town early this morning. He went into town to do a few errands. He likes to eat breakfast out so he left even earlier than he needed to. The girl in the restaurant gave him a coffee and took his order. He feared that because he was the first customer of the day he might have a long wait. He did have a long wait. It took twenty minutes for the cook to come out of the kitchen and serve him a big bowl of porridge that was dark and thick and had strawberries stirred into it. He began to eat and realized that what was in the bowl was not porridge. It was not oats. What he was eating was a kind of bread flour stirred up and served as if it were porridge. Perhaps the strawberries were added to distract him. He called the girl over and explained that he had been given a bowl of partially cooked brown bread flour mixed with water and berries. She went into the kitchen and returned saying that the cook had no oatmeal yet as he was waiting for a delivery. She said that the cook did not want to be the one to disappoint so he made the bread mix hoping that Simon might not notice that it was not oats. She offered something else to replace the lack of porridge. Simon asked for a croissant so she brought him two croissants. Then she returned to his table with a huge handful of small change. She apologized and said he must be refunded for his lack of porridge.
13 June Monday
12 June Sunday
I picked my elderflowers on Wednesday evening in bright sun. It felt a bit early but I wanted sunshine for the picking and we are promised a continuation of rain and overcast weather in the coming week. There were thousands of the creamy flowers to be seen in every direction but it was not easy to find many that were low enough to pick from the ground. I did a lot of struggling through nettles but finally got my forty or fifty blossoms. I was aiming for forty but I lost count and I always think that more is better than too few. I made the cordial. It is a light brew. I am wondering if it will get stronger and maybe a little darker as it ages. Today I put my labels onto the twelve bottles. The label with my same drawing changes a bit every year. I am not sure how much I like this label. It is so good it nearly looks like a commercial production.
11 June Saturday
The two narrow strips where the tyres travel are indeed nicely tarred and patched but the grass down the middle of the boreen is growing like mad. It is the combination of so much rain followed by hot sun. The grass scrapes the bottom of the car when we drive up or down. It is much too wet to mow. If the grass gets much longer we can hope that maybe it will weigh itself down and lie flat.