BLOURNAL
Still pretty warm…
No, this is NOT a weather update. I just couldn’t think of a title for this one.
You know… even though I’ve been blournalling for almost two years now, I feel like I’ve neglected this website in that time. I suppose I could link to all those times where I’ve talked about my ambitions for the website, but I really don’t want to go back through all of them.
Shawshank, Xenomorphs and Spring Weather
Sitting out on the patio at the moment trying to figure out what to include in this blournal entry. Today’s one of many beautiful days we’ve had over the past week or so. The sun is shining, the birds are tweeting and although it’s warm, there’s a subtle breeze in the air, so it’s absolutely sweltering.
Spring is springing
It was a surprisingly decent week… at least weatherwise. There’s been the occasional dull day with drizzle and downpour, but there has just as many days with blue skies and sunshine. Granted, it is still kind of chilly at times, but at the moment, the skies are clear in a way that seemed almost impossible even a week ago. Hell, I even managed to eek out a few decent sunset photos over the last two days, which you can see on my Instagram. I might make them available on this website further down the line but… I’m a chronic procrastinator and I want to add some things to the website before I do anything of that.
I know it can’t rain all the time, but this winter has been an absolute washout
Well, I was gonna write about the weather and how this year has been kind of a washout so far, but I don’t really know what else there is to add to that particular subject. Maybe I just have such a limited imagination but I don’t think there’s much else that needs to be said about the weather other than the fact that it’s been persistently miserable since we started singing “Auld Lang Syne”.
Let It Rain
The rain’s finally made its overdue return to these shores after three weeks of heat and sunshine.
Scairbhín Season
Mum gave me a new word to add to my vocabulary this morning… scaraveen (or “scairbhín”). The word has its roots in the Irish phrase “garbh shíon na gCuach” and translates to “rough weather of the cuckoo”.