Peppermint & Assam in the Irish west.. {{click ℹ️ below for more after-the-storm magic} 🍵🐎⛰💚

Peppermint & Assam, the full pause as a storm promised keeps delaying its arrival. Air heavy & languid, fragrant with chestnut blossoms & birdsong. Chatting of Jackdaws, the hollow, owl-like hoot of a dove. New guests come, & French is spoken, its wanting to connect makes up for any broken turns of phrase. The Moon waxes slightly. My mind goes to Summer, then to Autumn, to wondering then knowing, & back to this moment. Bilingual laughter in the garden. The warm, faded aroma of yesterday's sun cream, not washed off because with it would go the salty tides' remnants on shoulders & the crooks of arms. The cleansing remains.

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{{Now the storm has come & gone, not much of a storm, after all, & the Sun & I are back out for slow afternoon walks.. Just after this photo, Ms. Equine Friend there (literally) cantered over to say hi, steal a sip of tea, & make my Dysautonomic self feel a whole lot lighter in spirit.}}

 

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