Spring is on its way


Spring is on its way...

I certainly hope so because it is the middle of March now and we have been deluged by constant showers, blown away by the ice cold wind and totally frozen in despair while waiting for the good weather.
Yes, 2016 weather is so very disappointing so far. At least here in the West of Ireland in the beautiful Galway county. I won't be surprised if in Dublin and the East parts the birds are singing and the weather is all nice and rosy. 

You can not imagine how many times I have traveled to Dublin and back witnessing and enjoying fantastic lovely sunny weather over there. Then on my way back half way across the country clouds appear out of nowhere and slowly and menacingly swoop down until by the time I arrive in Galway it's cold and rain is pouring like there is no tomorrow. 

So it is really time for spring. Nothing is blossoming yet, which is so strange, I am waiting impatiently for nature to be revived and reborn. 
Come on sun!! Stop hiding!! I need some light and colour!! 


daffodils daffodils








For the time being the daffodils are one of the few flowers blossoming... But spring is on it's way, soon there will be more ;)


My dog has extra special training. He goes undercover. All the time now. 

He starts from one side of the sofa, dives under the covers and crawls all the way through until his nose shows on the opposite side. Then he is snug and comfy for the night. My boxer dog is so clever. He really has special training.  

We are so proud of him and we love him so much ;) 

sorry about the bad quality photos
boxer dogs sleeping

boxerdogs sleeping on a sofa

boxer dogs sleeping

boxer dogs sleeping on a sofa

Lights in the Darkness

Once Christmas is over, New Year's Eve is almost forgotten and we have totally recovered, I don't want to feel cold anymore, don't want to see snow, don't want to look at the rain (tough luck on that one) I yearn for the first green leaves and the spring flowers and the weak winter sun smiling from somewhere up there among the clouds (hopefully).

But well, I am perfectly aware that it is far too early for that anyway. There is 3 to 4 more months of cold and rain and possibly frost and snow (depending on where you live, here in Ireland we don't really get snow) 

So what I am going to do is, post some of the images I captured in December and never had the time to show you because I was so outrageously busy baking away at The White Gables. 
The only thing that keeps us going during the long devouring darkness of the long December days and nights is the hopeful and colourful twinkling of all the Christmas decorations everywhere. 

Tell me now, who doesn't like to see Lights in the darkness??!!!

Christmas lights in Moycullen, Galway, IrelandChristmas tree, Christmas lights in Moycullen, Galway, Ireland

Christmas lights at the Village bookshop in Moycullen, Galway, Ireland

abstract image of Christmas lights

Christmas trees, abstract image

abstract image of Christmas decorated streets of Galway, Ireland

Christmas decorations in Galway city, abstract image

abstract image of people walking down Shop street, Galway

merry Christmas neon sign

random window decorated for christmas

Jewelry store window

people walking shop street Galway

 tree decorated with lightsChristmas decorations on a window

Image in the dark with sparkling lights

tree with Christmas lights

at the merry-go-round, at the Christmas market in Galway in the darkkids smiling at the amusement park

night photo from the Christmas market

walking Galway in the dark at Christmas

Shop street image in the dark at Christmas, Galway

I hope you can indulge my weakness for abstract photography and taking photos at low light without tripod. I find the effects rather striking and quite fitting the season of darkness...

Thanks for being here 

Me and the Old Boys

boxer dogs

You all know I am a nature walker, I love my little hikes in the Connemara hills, but I am also a dog lover. I love my boxer dogs and for me it is not a good walk if they are not with me. 

boxer dogsboxer dogs

You have no idea how cool it is to go out with the boys.
We all walk with the same pace, it is quiet and peaceful on the road, it's just us and mother nature.

boxer dogs

I usually let them go in front of me, but most of all they love to fit me in the middle, so I am save and sound between them. You never know, someone might try to talk to me...Not a very wise idea if you are a man, my boys get a bit cranky and don't really let anyone come close. Otherwise I keep telling everyone they are just a pair of sofa cushions. 

boxer dogs

boxer dogs

I know that no one believes me though, especially when I see people crossing the road, afraid to walk past us.

I feel sad sometimes knowing how misunderstood boxers are. Because of their size and the unusual amount of energy, people believe them to be scary beasts.
This is so not true! There is no one more loving and gentle than my two boys.

boxer dogs

boxer dogs

boxer dogsboxer dogs

Once I was asked "Are they wicked?" by a woman with crazy eyes who run fast down the road in case they decided to eat her. The Old Boys didn't even look at her. They simply know who is not fit for consumption ;-)
boxer dogs

Anyway, I can not blame anyone for being afraid of dogs. I have great experience with mighty beast (haha) but I still know when to be cautious. I have been beaten by a dog before and I know how it feels. Strangely enough it wasn't any of mine, but one of those sheep dogs that like to bark a lot at passers by, every time you go past their house (you know one somewhere for sure) One day this particular guy didn't just bark but decide to sneak behind me and bit me on the back of my leg. OUCH!!

I am proud to say that my boys have much better manners than this, they would never do anything like that!! They don't bark, they don't jump at people, they are perfectly behaved simply because we walk them every they for 2 hours no matter the weather, we love them, we hug them all the time and we live in harmony.

boxer dogs

We love each other very much 

Mr Kitty and The Old Boys

Recently someone inquired how is our Mr Kitty doing so I felt I have to oblige the audience with a few words and photos of our latest acquisition. Latest because he is the last to join the two boxer dogs team we had already.  

a kitten licking his face
He is just over a year now. We brought him in after my daughter's persistent mental warfare for months (which apparently worked we are really dog people here, or that's what we kept saying to ourselves?!) It was for her birthday and he was so tiny, just 4 weeks old and didn't know a thing (genie mac, he was so cute). 

I have to admit that he brought absolute havoc in the house. 

  • He climbed and jumped everywhere (that was a shock compared to The Old Boy who was a lively puppy but never did anything so outrageous except once when he was really young and untrained and he reached on top of the stove and pushed a pot of soup on the floor. We found him hiding in the opposite side of the room behind the potted palm. he never did anything like that ever again ) 
  • He had a lot to say and all the time, apparently this type of cats are called vocal. From all the cats in the world we managed to pick the most vocal kitten ever (compared to the Old Boys who never ever bark or utter a sound, except when playing, because we thought them not to do it. Fat chance trying to teach a cat not to meow)  
  • Last Christmas, he totally wrecked our Christmas tree because he was constantly climbing on it and hiding among the branches. At the end it just broke in two (at least it was after Christmas) The Old Boy never did that, except on his very first Christmas when he gently pushed the tree over to get to all the chocolate decorations, which he unwrapped and ate happily during the night. Well, we never bought any more eatable decorations since then. 
  • every time I was washing the dishes Mr. Kitty would climb on my shoulders, digging his lovely
    two boxer dogs and a cat sleeping on a sofa
    sharp claws from my ankles to my neck and then would watch fascinated until I finish (I can not describe all the scars we got from those so tiny but so piercing and sharp little tools of death)
  • he loved to sit on top of the table while we eat and watch with the occasional "meow" (at least the Old Boys sit under the table while we eat, ha-ha) now that he is older he knows he is not allowed on the table and he only sits on the chairs and looks from there. Imagine a pair of piercing eyes staring at you over the edge with a bunch of twitching whiskers  
  • by the way, we though Mr Kitty was a girl at first, until about 6 months later when we discovered that certain male attributes are growing, so from Kitty turned into Mr Kitty 
  • The Old Boy kept following him everywhere like a shadow. It took him months to find out what the hell was that... 
    a boxer and a kitten

Hanging around with our well trained and behaved dogs was definitely positive influence to Mr. Kitty

  • he learned his name and when I call him he responds with a meow and comes, even if not right away. Sometimes he is too far, or too busy I presume, if he is out in the neighborhood, but as long as he can hear me he is home in the next 5-10 minutes.   
  • he loves a good treat as much as anyone and at home we have our routines and the tree of them line up together, they all sit like good boys, we wouldn't have it any other way. So cute, two huge boxers and a tiny cat on the side 
  • he also likes his walks and quite often he comes with me and the Old Boys for a short walk to the Waterfall. Imagine the look on peoples' faces when they meet us in the neighborhood ;) We are already known to everyone in the village because rain or shine we walk our dogs every single day. Now people say stuff like "You walk your cat too?!????!!!!??!!!"
collage of cat images

cat rolled in ball sleeping

So more or less this is what I can think of our Mr Kitty right now. This very moment he is rolled up in a ball in the middle of the sofa and he is not going anywhere - there is a wicked storm outside so he is taking it easy today until it is over. If push comes to shove he will share the sofa with me and the Old Boys while we watch some TV. 

Imagine that, a perfect evening....

Mr Kitty having fun

collage with cat images

cat portrait cat portrait

Mr Kitty, cat portrait

a portrait of Mr Kitty, cat

Mr Kitty, cat prowling around

Mr Kitty having fun, a cat playing

portrait of Mr Kitty, the cat

cute kitten looking down from up high

portrait of Mr Kitty

My daughter just said a few days ago, that if she knew having a cat is so much fun she would have asked for one a long time ago.

I tend to agree..even though I always considered myself strictly a dog person....