I am finding the end of this summer a little poignant.

Notoriously known for it’s wet, cool summers (especially in Donegal the county farthest North in Ireland) this summer has been a good one. We have had a considerable amount of sunshine, and even days that went into the 30 degrees realm; and we have been blessed particularly in that each time we have taken holidays the weather has been fabulous.

Add to that getting the summer house, where we have spent many warm evenings with the puppies, surrounded by our twinkling lights that we have in each tree.

Or from opening up the paddock, finally giving the girlies freedom, to sitting on our bench, with a beer, until the sun has set, which is late here in Donegal, because we are so far North. I am sad to see the summer leave. Another ending, of which I have become so aware of, as I get older.

Now I am sitting in the summer house on the last day of August, listening to the rain on the tin roof. Autumn is coming in fast.

We chose a summer house with a tin roof because we wanted to hear the rain. It was one of the things I was looking forward to … sitting in silence, just listening to the raindrops bouncing off the roof.

It has brought back memories of rainy days in Montaigu.

There is something calming about the sound of rain, especially when sheltered from it. It always make me count my blessings.

I have written often about my love of rain, how Montaigu sheltered us from the French storms, with the rain battering against the shutters, often sending me to sleep.

I am such a pluviophile.

I have just read a post I wrote back in 2018, about this exact time of year. It was a time when our beautiful Welshies were with us, and it made me cry. A time when I lived in the hope they would be with us for so much longer. Little did I know….

So as I sit here listening to the the Na Daoine Beaga (the little people) dancing on the roof, I am thinking of the beautiful, warm summer we have had. I am sad to see her go. I am thinking of how busy it has been, so many changes to our home, so much hard work again this year. New adventures have started, lessons have been learned.

But despite all that I reminisce about the quiet times watching the sun set, the red harvest moon, looking out across our view, watching the girls play zoomies, the laughter, not least when we had to shower in the garden for 2 weeks! I look out at the apples growing on the Wiglet tree, and I am reminded again that’s it’s the simple things that matter, and to treasure every moment.

And I truly do.

Here’s to new seasonal adventures….

Moisy

Donegal Summer memories..