This is a montage of photos taken on a few different trips to Ireland since 1997...mine and later my daughter's. The trips represented various life transition moments in our two lives. We are born and bred Pennsylvania Deitsch women, but a piece of our hearts belong to Ireland. If I don't spend my retirement years on a little homestead in Berks County, PA, it'll be in a salt sprayed thatched roof cottage on the west coast of Ireland. Listen to this song by Mary Black while you view. She is the Queen....Sorry, Aretha.
That's me on a lush green expanse in the west- March 1997
My travel buddy, Beth, a dear classmate from David Winston's Center for Herbal Studies, and now the CEO of Herbalist & Alchemist. A fine Irish lass if ever there was one.
Ireland is not known for it's fertile farmland...they had to create it with generations of sweat and hard digging. The miles of stone walls throughout the country are a monumental testimony to the tenacious Irish spirit. This farm on the Aran islands uses mostly seaweed for compost. The beds here are a good 12-15 inches deep.