The Final Day of
Celebrating Five Years Of the Irish Garden House
with photos from our trips.
I promise . . . really this is it . . .
Soon I will be back to great/grand children, fences, birds and flowers!
some of these photos will be repeats
stay with me, this is the final
The white house above is the main cottage
where we have stayed when we have visited Ireland.
This is the garden house which sits below the main cottage.
(and yes, we really slept there overlooking Bantry Bay on our first trip)
This huge fireplace is the main heating source
in the cottage where we have burned peat.
The next few pics are just for fun.
I have no idea what I am laughing at.
I do know that I purchased that sweater in Dublin,
"one of the girls" we were visiting
took me to a shop where sweaters were known to not be
This was the day I became an official Irish Whiskey Taster.
Thanks to my husband who volunteered me.
One of my favorite pictures.
The Black Cat with The Black Dog
Old man, white plastic chairs, walking sticks, signage.
ice cream inside
makes me smile
Jack guarding Quills
where I went wild buying sweaters
Friends Being Friends
We think he had way to many Paddy's.
The girls, Marie and Ursula.
They sang in a Dublin Irish choir and they visited the United States.
Muskegon was one of their stops.
They met and stayed with friends of ours
when they were in Muskegon
and we met "the girls"
through these mutual friends.
Ursula and Marie are sisters and live in Dublin.
And Lyla, their friend who was also with the choir
lives not far from Ursula and Marie.
We have met up with "the girls" on each of our three trips.
We searched out Standing Stones and Stone Circles
on one of our trips.
We also enjoyed reading the history
and visiting the many sites.
The Donovan's owned the cottage we stayed in.
This, the Donovan castle, is being restored and is located not far from Bantry..
My favorite picture.
It is so Emerald and so beautiful.
Jack had this garden house built for me.
A replica of the Irish Garden House.
A friend and I laid the stone.
The circle above the doorway contains stones we brought back with us.
(I created a new fire pit area these past few weeks.)
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
Sure It's Like A Morning Spring
In The Lilt Of Irish Laughter
You Can Hear The Angels Sing.
When Irish Hearts Are Happy,
All The World Seems Bright And Gay.
And When Irish Eyes Are Smiling,
They'll Steal Your Heart Away.
Traditional Irish Folk Song
PHILADELPHIA . LONDON
Thank you for your friendship and being
with me in this recap and journey
The garden house photo above was taken
in the rain on May 10, 2016.
Slainte' my friends . . .