|Red Bartsia (Odontites verna)|
|The geese clip a nice edge onto the front lawn.|
|Very very late this year but at last we are getting|
a decent tomato crop. Just cheap old supermarket
plug-plants but they have good flavour.
|Blue needs his sleep like the rest of us.|
Meanwhile, we plod on with nothing much of drama to report. I am still in feeding JD Bob's cattle each day, a group of 7 bullocks the other side of Lisacul which is a car run, and another group down on his bank/bog fields, which is a borrow-the-tractor mission. I am also whizzing him to Roscommon twice a week to the out-patients. These are 'quick' missions which he often tries to convert into epic runs via assorted banks, cattle mart, the accountant, the Post Office, eateries (I never mind those!), can we just nip up this side street and call at this house (mysterious!) or just plain 'Scenic Tours'. In those latter, he knows these lanes like the back of his hand and obviously loves them but we guess does not get out down them much these days, so we take the back roads via Ballintober instead of the 'big' road through Ballymoe and he asks me to 'take it steady through the village' so that he can look. He tells me that "just round this corner, there is a 2 storey house" and delights to find he is correct as he tells me that if I take "this left at the cross roads" I will come out in Fairymount or Kilmurray. We have never missed yet. He must have this whole area imprinted on a mental map. "Ian KilBoyle is in that garveyard!" "That used to be a school house" "John Something or other lives there - he used to have a pub in Castlerea". No flies on Bob. Someone should write all this stuff down; a real aural history.