6th March 2021
Only in Ireland, I’d imagine! We have an annual Irish Week that goes on for a fortnight, in the run up to two special days. Seachtain na Gaeilge is popular among some who like to promote the language, and attempts to convince the general population that they do indeed know more Irish than they think. It runs for the first two weeks of March, preparing us for Saint Patrick’s Day and Mother’s Day. To mark this special
week fortnight, my contribution changes to Sé Ar An Satharn.
We’ve had an unusual week here on the SE coast. It’s been very dry, but the temperatures are down a bit because of a light easterly wind combined with almost no sunshine. I’ve been kept busy caring for my seedlings and I’ve a path worn from the propagator in the utility room to the glasshouse. It was also a week for some good cycling, albeit in circles within my 5km zone, but I do miss the fun of a group. Anyway, enough. What about my choice of Six this week?
My focus this week is very definitely on the past as most of my selection bring back memories of times gone by. I invite you to join with me, in the hope that some of your memories will rise to the surface too.
I’m celebrating with my daughter who has grown to become a fine young woman. We celebrated her
birthday breithlá during the week, not with our traditional restaurant meal, but with a delicious take-away. Back in the day, we made good use of seed trays as furniture. Reading was not just for bedtime. She read to us whenever the opportunity came along. International Women’s Day is on Monday.
2. March 2018
During the first week of March 2018, Ireland and much of Europe experienced extreme cold conditions as the Beast from the East brought the country to as standstill. Here on the South-East coast we rarely get
snow sneachta, and any that does come our way does not stay for long. I’m sure you have your very own memories of severe weather events.
As I look at this photograph, I realise how much the garden has changed in just three short years. Correction: two short years and one incredibly long one.
Our great neighbour Joe gave us this stone pot many years ago, and for the past few years it’s been on the step near the front door. This part of the garden is in full shade all day, except for an hour or two late on summer evenings. There’s
a while tamall to wait yet for that, but in the meantime these delightful daffodils are enough to bring a smile. Once again, the daffodils are in a pot within a pot, so I’ll remove them to the Invisible Place when the blooms fade and I’ll plant something here for the long summer ahead. Have you been given a garden item that holds special memories? Let’s be hearing from you…
There are seven heathers here, planted in 2016. There were nine. I suppose its a bit unusual for heathers to die. They seem to be almost everlasting. At one point, a few years ago, I had a notion that they combined together to look like a heart. Nowadays, if I look at them from just a certain angle, they remind me of County Waterford. For those of you familiar with the shape of the county, do consider turning your device rather than doing yourself a neck injury.
I think I am repeating myself, as I have a vague recollection of describing the clump of heather in such a way last year. It’s all this cycling round in circles. Has my head addled, so it has.
5. Glasshouse Thermometer
I purchased cheannaigh mé an inexpensive accessory for the glasshouse. It’s a bluetooth thermometer. It reads the temperature and sends the data to my phone. I have an alarm set if the temperature drops below 2°C and I am prepared to run quickly and put the fleeces over the seedlings. I’d even jump out of bed, if necessary. The only problem is… that the glasshouse is too far away from my phone, and the bluetooth isn’t sufficiently blue. Therefore, no alarms will ring, no data will transmit and no quick running will be undertaken. Jumping out of bed was never going to happen anyway.
On the positive side, all the data does transmit when I bring the phone to the glasshouse. The data for this week is shown above, and I’m sure I’ll find something interesting if I keep looking for long enough.
- Week high: 25.8°C
- Week low: 1.8°C
- Week average: 8.1°C
I would be very interested in getting a Weather Station, but the cost is putting me off. For the same price I could buy plants or bike parts.
6. Field of Dreams
Ireland is not known as a commercial producer of daffodils. However, in 2017 this field, which is about 5 kilometres away, was planted with bulbs. I’ve noticed them every year since while cycling. This year, my cycling is limited to the exact distance which allows me to cycle past, and on my spin last Wednesday, I stopped for a closer look. Harvesting is now in full swing. Daffodil Day is an annual fundraiser for the Irish Cancer Society and Mother’s Day is next week.
I’m delighted that so many good folk out there take the time to comment on my weekly articles, whether here or on social media. I very much appreciate it. I’m also very amused at the content of some spam comments, usually computer-generated by bots. I think I’d like to meet one of these bots! Here’s one from a few days ago:
Ϝastidiօus replies in return of this query with real arguments and
explaining all about that.
Yep, it’s all happening in bot-land! I discovered that for $38 I could auto-generate eight hundred thousand unique comments per week. Would that be a great way to promote Seachtain na Gaeilge? Perhaps not.
That’s it for this week, a cháirde. Get yourselves over to The Propagator to find many many more weekly gardening stories. Also on Twister and Insta using #sixonsaturday. Probably TikTok too. Until next week, I hope that all will be well in your world. Slán go fóill.
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