Cait O'Connor

Shadows   There are many   writers-in-cyberspace; words flow like a proverbial, perpetual fountain but one poet- soul, a w...

  View from the Sugar Loaf on a Winter Sun Day I am sorry that I haven’t blogged as much lately but my daughter and I have been busy ...

I have just finished this book; it's a first novel, it's a real page turner.    On the back it says: Ireland America ...

  Lenten Lilies (For Frances )   Ceramic, smooth and milky white   a jug of promise holds green daffodils in bud. They d...

  Essentials   An old cottage that always welcomes you. Flowing water, flowers, trees and a view. A baby in the cradle an...

A Meme   One of my favorite things is solitude. Outside my window it’s dark;   a night owl’s delight. I am thinking   ...

    Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance Carl Sandberg   Dear Diary, I have discovered a poet, a writer I hadn't he...

Dear Diary, Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. Mark Twain I do apologise because I ca...

Bird Cake (I call mine Robin Cake because they literally go mad for it).   First make a crumble mix with plain flour and marg...

These four pics below were taken with my zoom on full so they are not very good.  I just wanted to show you the hilltops which can be s...

Just a  pic taken outside first thing this morning and a poem by the Welsh Poet Laureate Gillian Clarke (one of my favourite poets). Thi...

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. Albert Einstein The Leaf Charmer New Year The rats hav...

Dear Diary, A Fortunate Child by Elizabeth Wix Don’t you just love it when a book grips you and you just cannot put it down?  It do...

 

Just a song for Christmas, the number one Christmas single in the UK, a charity single to raise money to help towards the huge legal cos...

Augustus Nicholas Burke Connemara Child She is of the mountain, her backdrop pure beauty: purple mountain, blue ocean, ...

Dear Diary, I have recently bought a copy of A Thousand Mornings, a selection of   poems by my favourite poet, Mary Oliver.  ...

For Elizabeth Illegitimate On a silent, irridescent, cobweb morning I laid my indigo baby in a cradle of crystal, her wrap wa...