robynlynnwriter

Longing for Home

It has been a year since I was last in Ireland and nearly that long since…

…As thousands of pairs of gossamer wings beat the air, I could smell the little sisters…

This is the view I long for come March. It has always been this way…

Now is the time to get a head start on growing veggies and perennials by starting…

The road that wound through a narrow gap between two mountains clung to a steep heather…

My hives – both of them – died before winter even hit. The ‘Lazy B’ hive…

I drove to work today bathed in the thick scent of cheap cologne.…

I am not a flagrant rule breaker. Nor am I particularly spontaneous. But there is something…