29 May Monday
Sign on tree:
BIRDS OF PREY
5 EUROS EACH
27 May Saturday
The rain was torrential and wild. All night it lashed down. It rained from all directions. We were reminded yet again about the leak in the bathroom. Roads were flooded as we drove to Cahir. The farmers market looked bedraggled. There were hardly any customers and only six stalls. The few sellers were all squeezed up against the wall trying to be out of the wind and trying to keep their wares dry or at least to keep things from blowing away. They were brave to be there at all. By afternoon the sun came out. Everywhere the fields turned a garish unreal kind of bright green. This was the rain we had waited for. Everything was soggy and squishy underfoot but everything was glowing.
26 May Friday
First thing this morning the nurse took my bloods and then she printed out some labels from her computer. When the printing was finished the machine made a little pinging noise. She said “Ah, how perfect to hear that! It is exactly the note that has been giving me trouble in choir practice. With it repeating on my printer, I’ll be after singing all day.”
25 May Thursday
I was admiring the copious number of enormous three-leaf clovers growing in the middle of the track as I walked the Long Field. I had to remind myself that the hugeness of the clover leaves and of the purple and white flowers is not natural. The large size is a result of nitrogen sprayed on the fields. There are so many bad things that are easy to forget. It is never possible to forget the terrible weed killer that the farmers spray along verges and the edges of fields and in front of gates. The weed killer turns things a horrible brown. It then goes to gold and then to gold red and then to dead brown. We have to look at the aftereffects of this poison for a long time, so we never forget it and we never like it.
24 May Wednesday
Dellie told me her method for rescuing the birds that careen into windows at speed and knock themselves out. She keeps a large pot of mint growing near to the house. She does not keep the mint in a pot to stop the mint from growing rampantly all over her garden. She thinks of her pot of mint as a small hospital. If a bird is found unconscious, it gets rested right in the middle of the pot so that it is surrounded by mint. She is certain that the smell works to revive and give strength to the stunned bird. She says it is a rare day when the bird is still laid out among the mint when she returns for a look. If a bird has not moved the bird is dead. She says the mint always revives those who can be revived.
Dellie is short for Adele. The sounds are in there. It is a nickname which is understandable. Dellie has a friend named Betty. Betty is short for Gwendolyn. That makes less sense .