I love walking by the river in Carrick-on-Suir. The water always looks so fresh and cool. Sometimes it's possible to distinguish black flickers of fish in the depths. Swans parade like floating snowdrops and on a sunny day the sky presses, only offering a bare trace of breeze.
I hope I'm not going to jinx Waterford by saying this but we seem to have escaped the snow. That's not to say Jack Frost hasn't shaken us firmly by the numb hand. We did experience a gentle flurry yesterday, but it never looked close to delivering the full horror of a snowstorm.
The Ginger Kitten and Queen of the Doorstep. I saw the sweetest little ginger kitten the other day. She was snuggled up to her Mum...
I refuse to do 'The January Blues' this year. Not interested. Instead, I'm following a rainbow, not literally, of course. I know all that 'Wizard of Oz' stuff isn't real. But, in a murky month like January colours take on a greater significance.
I've been seeing wild rabbits everywhere, in people's gardens, at the side of the road, emerging from woodland. None of them have been white or have caused me to fall into a pit and hallicinate so I think I'm safe enough ;) .
When I was watching Springwatch a month ago little did I know that I would be one of the lucky few to spot a Pine Marten. The animal was featured on the programme and named as a rare and endangered species.
I've been looking out for a certain kind of caterpillar, thinking of its presence as a sign; a prime indicator that autumn is here. The caterpillar I refer to is known as a 'Hairy Molly'. I think this is actually a slang term for the larvae of the fox moth, but don't quote me. I've just done a small bit of Intenet research and it can only be trusted so far!
Well, I think we can safely say the summer is here. Never mind the rain, like last year, we have swallow chicks and baby bunnies residing in our garden. It was Hubs who spotted the first rabbit, darting under our shed.
I'm missing Swansea this week; the place, the feel, my family and friends back home. I enjoy life in Ireland but sometimes I just get this ache . . . It's probably because it's over four months since my last visit.
Did you know that lambs can stampede? Neither did I until I went for a nature walk the other day and found myself observing...
If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you may have heard me mention my new family of three - the swallow chicks! Ok, so they're not quite mine, but as their nest is situated just a few feet from my door I have adopted the 'watchful aunty' role and I think we're beginning to bond!
Whenever my husband and I return home from an evening out, we catch sight of a lost looking animal at the side of the road. A couple of days ago we saw a fox cub; his ruddy fur, fanned out from his face like a mane. Seconds later, he fled into the bushes, the tip of his tail signalling a hasty farewell.
So this week I swapped watching the Olympics for a walk in Fota Park. It wasn't easy as walking involves actual activity, not just observing the exertions of others but I managed it with a supporting arm from hubs, some sustaining gossip from my sis-in-law and a whole lot of enthusiasm from my nephew.
I went down to the woods and sure enough, a big surprise awaited me. My usual path to the stream (and on to the frogspawn, I delight in spotting every year) was blocked by a host of fallen trees.
Jimmy Doherty, famed for his pig farming and links to Jamie Oliver has set himself a new woodland challenge, resulting in the Channel 4 programme: Jimmy's Forest.
The mistle thrush is a proud character, who first came to my attention last spring. He is back again this year and hard to miss.
If you're a regular reader, you'll know that hubs and I are enthusiastic seaside explorers. We're out in all weathers, just waiting for the thrill of sand underfoot and waves on the horizon. Our latest adventure took place in Stradbally, County Waterford.
You know me, I'm ahead of the trend. I'm already Winter Watching, way before BBC's Winter Watch even hits our screens. I'm definitely watching, because I'm not moving very much. In fact, I'm sitting shotgun in the car with Hubs at the wheel, while I swivel my head to my heart's content.
Right now, I have a stunning view from my window. The tree across the road is wearing a badge of blossom. It looks like a wedding guest, proud to show off some fresh blooms for the occasion.
Before the storms, there was Dunmore East . . . This is what I shall tell myself when my country cottage is under siege from swirling gusts and whipping rain. Yes, I've read the weather forecast for the coming week and it doesn't look good. So today, I'll be reflecting on a fresh, but sunny afternoon, spent at the harbour in Dunmore East.