Monthly Archives: April 2012

Propagating Rosemary

Caroline and I have a dream of a rosemary hedge. It’s a long-term dream, because our growing season isn’t quiet long enough to make it happen very quickly. So we’ve taken the long view, and plotted out a five year plan to reach our goal.

This is year one, the year for growing lots of rosemary in pots. Rather than buying a dozen or so expensive plants though, we opted to propagate our own from cuttings. It’s crazy easy and a big money saver.

Just take your cuttings from a heathy plant. You don’t want the cuttings to be too woody or it will take a lot longer.

Pull off the leaves at least one third of the way up the stem.

Dip the ends of the rosemary cutting into rooting hormone. (You can skip this step but I’ve found that it really speeds up the process.)

Pop your cutting in a glass of water and place in a sunny spot. I had 12 jars lining my bathroom window sill all winter. In a few weeks you should begin to see roots coming from the bottom of your cutting. I felt like mine took forever to get roots but just as I was ready to give up, they rooted like crazy. My mama does this all the time and she thinks the rosemary roots quicker if the cutting is resting on the bottom of the jar, not floating. Also, be sure to change the water every four or five days.

Once you have a strong root network established you can plant your cuttings in pots watch them take off. This technique works equally well with lavender cuttings. Perhaps we need a lavender hedge, too…

Needles Clicking

Breakthrough! Three new knitters overcame past challenges today in the LRB.  Dorinda, Monica and Emily succeeded where they had not before, and I'm delighted to say, left more confident in their brand new skills.  Awesome job!


Sometimes the difference between sheer frustration and victory is just a tiny little adjustment.  And having someone at your elbow helping you make minor corrections can set you on the road to a fulfilling new hobby... especially a new hobby that could well morph into a passion.  Show of hands?


Each of these ladies had tried before but were thwarted by simple things.  What an easy, fun task it was for me just to nudge them back onto the right road.  Emily took off, and picked up the Continental style with grace and ease.


Our painter, Monica, developed a wonderful rhythm very quickly.  We're kindred spirits who love earth tones.  Yo, sister.


 And Dorinda let out the secret that even though she does many things left-handed, she actually got some relief by knitting right-handed this time!  Liberation!  And she's off and running.


After class, of course, we had to make the rounds in the pasture to say hi to all the critters, and were joined by Navayah, Jessica, Asher, and the baby.  Navayah raises sheep herself and we had so much fun comparing notes and swapping stories.  She and Jessica will be back for a spindle class soon so that she can better use her own wool.


Asher was fascinated by the chickens, who are just tame enough to hang around close, and keep him engaged.


We've been blessed beyond measure with the weather this week, and it promises to hold for several more days to come. 

Now it's time for me to take advantage of this springy day and wash some fiber!

Kids In A Bucket …

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While I Wasn’t Looking

Somehow…while I wasn’t looking…my son grew up.

I guess in my head I knew it would happen. He’s 22, for Pete’s sake. He’s graduating from college this May. Of COURSE he grew up, you’re saying. That’s what they DO.

Except that I wasn’t ready for it. Don’t get me wrong – I am so proud of my son and his accomplishments that I could burst. But while it’s one thing to know in your head that he’s an adult, it’s completely another to stand back at his first gallery showing (his senior exhibition) and watch him actually BE one.

Explaining

I cried for 3 days four years ago when I took him to Cambridge, MA to live at school. I made sure he called every week and Bill and I arranged for every bus trip home to be sure he’d make it for every break.

Then came the summer he didn’t come home…between junior and senior year. I thought, after 3 years of seeing him sporadically on his breaks, that it would be OK that he wasn’t home for the summer. It was…until it wasn’t anymore. I was home alone (my daughter lives with her dad in the summer), and I didn’t like it. Not one bit. But I made it through and he came home for 2 weeks before he went back for his 4th and final year.

Winter break this year was a joy, even though I had to work through most of it. It was comfortable having him home and knowing he was there with us. Even though he and my daughter picked at each other, his being home made her happy, and it was nice.

Applebees - sharing websites

There were a few moments that should have hinted to me that this wasn’t my “little boy,” or as he’s referred to affectionately, my “boy-child” anymore. He made some comments that took me aback a bit – responsible comments that took into consideration the needs and wants and situations of others. I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was. His scope had widened. As it should have – but it was neat to see.

He went back to school with the determination to be technology-free for a while. He left his laptop home for his sister to use and only had his phone on over weekends. It worked out because by this point, let’s be serious…he wasn’t calling home every week anyhow. And I was OK with that, knowing he’s a busy student with obligations and friends to keep him occupied.

Those obligations, which mandated a senior portfolio show, kept him from coming home on Spring Break. Yes, of course I missed him, but it would have only been a week and it would have been a challenge to spend time with him. Although again, just knowing he’s in the house is comforting. But I sucked it up and soldiered on with the knowledge that I was going to see him at his senior show. I would finally get to see the work that had been his mistress all this time and spend some time with him in his own environment. I was very much looking forward to it.

Masthead Knot

We had the privilege of staying at my father’s house in historic Marblehead. All I can say is that it’s beautiful.

Second set of Spiral Stairs

There’s nothing about it I don’t like.

Granite Steps to the Yard

There’s nothing about it my kids don’t like, and, well…I wish it were, or had the potential to be, mine someday. It doesn’t, but that’s another story for another time.

Crocker Park


SO –

We went to his show, held at a gallery in Cambridge. There were a LOT of people there.

More Crowd

As soon as he saw me, I got one of his signature hugs (you haven’t been hugged until my son hugs you) and an introduction to the people he’d interrupted to hug me. Of course, he constantly forgot his sister, but it was OK – I could tell he was nervous, and after a while he started to remember.

Rib Hitching on Found Bottle

Although there were 3 artists showing, it was clear that this was his show. The majority of the crowd was there to see his work, and he worked the crowds like a professional. He accepted his congratulations, explained his work, and, because he is who he is, worked making photos to document the experience.

Still Working

He was in his element, and it was stunning to see. Here was this charming, handsome young artist, someone who draws people like (cliché coming) moths to flame, and he was my son. MINE. But in this environment, he wasn’t my “boy-child.” He was an artist. A man. A citizen of the world. In a sense, he didn’t belong to me anymore, he belonged to everyone there, and they deserved him. He deserved them. He deserved all of it; the accolades, the attention, the glory, if you will, of a show that far exceeded my expectations and made me so proud that I could have cried. (I did that later.) It was a bittersweet moment. I realized I'd done what I set out to do, and he doesn't really "need" me anymore. It's a stunning revelation.

My son, the artist

Megs, CJ & Me

So you see, 22 years ago, I gave birth to my first child. And while I wasn’t looking, he grew up.

While I Wasn’t Looking

Somehow…while I wasn’t looking…my son grew up.

I guess in my head I knew it would happen. He’s 22, for Pete’s sake. He’s graduating from college this May. Of COURSE he grew up, you’re saying. That’s what they DO.

Except that I wasn’t ready for it. Don’t get me wrong – I am so proud of my son and his accomplishments that I could burst. But while it’s one thing to know in your head that he’s an adult, it’s completely another to stand back at his first gallery showing (his senior exhibition) and watch him actually BE one.

Explaining

I cried for 3 days four years ago when I took him to Cambridge, MA to live at school. I made sure he called every week and Bill and I arranged for every bus trip home to be sure he’d make it for every break.

Then came the summer he didn’t come home…between junior and senior year. I thought, after 3 years of seeing him sporadically on his breaks, that it would be OK that he wasn’t home for the summer. It was…until it wasn’t anymore. I was home alone (my daughter lives with her dad in the summer), and I didn’t like it. Not one bit. But I made it through and he came home for 2 weeks before he went back for his 4th and final year.

Winter break this year was a joy, even though I had to work through most of it. It was comfortable having him home and knowing he was there with us. Even though he and my daughter picked at each other, his being home made her happy, and it was nice.

Applebees - sharing websites

There were a few moments that should have hinted to me that this wasn’t my “little boy,” or as he’s referred to affectionately, my “boy-child” anymore. He made some comments that took me aback a bit – responsible comments that took into consideration the needs and wants and situations of others. I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was. His scope had widened. As it should have – but it was neat to see.

He went back to school with the determination to be technology-free for a while. He left his laptop home for his sister to use and only had his phone on over weekends. It worked out because by this point, let’s be serious…he wasn’t calling home every week anyhow. And I was OK with that, knowing he’s a busy student with obligations and friends to keep him occupied.

Those obligations, which mandated a senior portfolio show, kept him from coming home on Spring Break. Yes, of course I missed him, but it would have only been a week and it would have been a challenge to spend time with him. Although again, just knowing he’s in the house is comforting. But I sucked it up and soldiered on with the knowledge that I was going to see him at his senior show. I would finally get to see the work that had been his mistress all this time and spend some time with him in his own environment. I was very much looking forward to it.

Masthead Knot

We had the privilege of staying at my father’s house in historic Marblehead. All I can say is that it’s beautiful.

Second set of Spiral Stairs

There’s nothing about it I don’t like.

Granite Steps to the Yard

There’s nothing about it my kids don’t like, and, well…I wish it were, or had the potential to be, mine someday. It doesn’t, but that’s another story for another time.

Crocker Park


SO –

We went to his show, held at a gallery in Cambridge. There were a LOT of people there.

More Crowd

As soon as he saw me, I got one of his signature hugs (you haven’t been hugged until my son hugs you) and an introduction to the people he’d interrupted to hug me. Of course, he constantly forgot his sister, but it was OK – I could tell he was nervous, and after a while he started to remember.

Rib Hitching on Found Bottle

Although there were 3 artists showing, it was clear that this was his show. The majority of the crowd was there to see his work, and he worked the crowds like a professional. He accepted his congratulations, explained his work, and, because he is who he is, worked making photos to document the experience.

Still Working

He was in his element, and it was stunning to see. Here was this charming, handsome young artist, someone who draws people like (cliché coming) moths to flame, and he was my son. MINE. But in this environment, he wasn’t my “boy-child.” He was an artist. A man. A citizen of the world. In a sense, he didn’t belong to me anymore, he belonged to everyone there, and they deserved him. He deserved them. He deserved all of it; the accolades, the attention, the glory, if you will, of a show that far exceeded my expectations and made me so proud that I could have cried. (I did that later.) It was a bittersweet moment. I realized I'd done what I set out to do, and he doesn't really "need" me anymore. It's a stunning revelation.

My son, the artist

Megs, CJ & Me

So you see, 22 years ago, I gave birth to my first child. And while I wasn’t looking, he grew up.

Lambing questions answered!

 

Between visitors and lambing, things have been so chaotic around here that I haven’t been responding to all the questions in the comments on posts. Here are a few I know I’ve missed.

The diapers that we put on the baby goats were designed for dogs. Sadly, they didn’t work very well, although they worked better when we flipped them around and used packing tape to keep them on.

Why do we put coats on newborn lambs? One of two reasons- the first is that it’s cold and the forecast calls for hard frost. As of Friday night, we were still having hard frosts a couple times a week. I think they’re probably over now, but you never know. THe other reason to coat a lamb is that they are shivering and don’t seem to be warming up quickly. In that case, we go back and take the coat off within an hour or so once they’ve warmed up.

What are the signs of labor? There are lots of signs that a ewe is in labor, which gives you lots of opportunities to notice. A ewe in labor may paw at the ground (called nesting), make a knickering noise that is usual for her, turn her head and talk directly to her belly, look around for her lamb (even though it hasn’t come out yet), run around the paddock smelling other ewes’s lambs, and get up and lay down repeatedly in an effort to find a comfortable position. All of these things can go on for hours, but I find that when they start making the face above, they are usually pretty far along and are starting to push.

Do we have any bottle babies this year? Other than Blanca and Fresca, the dairy goat bottle babies, we have been lucky so far in that all the ewes are taking care of their own babies. This is especially lucky considering how many first time mamas we have this year! The only slight exception is Clark, the tiny lamb pictured here next to his enormous brother. His mama is feeding him, but I felt like he should be a bit sturdier at this point, so we are supplementing him with a bottle whenever we feed the girls. It’s already done him a world of good! In two days of supplementing, he is looking much less Gollum-like.

Did you ever name the new baby? We did! Her name is Sacagawea, Gigi for short.

Is the flock getting bigger? Not really. We giveaway a number of sheep every year to maintain a flock of about the same size. Total animals on this property hovers around 100.

Do you breed all the ewes and if not what goes into deciding who to breed? We do not breed all the ewes each year. I decide who to breed based on a number of factors but the most important one is the condition of the ewe going into breeding season. We had a nightmarish season last year, in part due to parasites, and I rested many of the older ewes this year in hopes of getting them back into condition.

Why are some of the ewes sheared? We pre-shear as many sheep as possible ahead of our Shearing Day Party to make Shearing Day more fun/less stressful and to help the girls cool off. With milk production and babies sleeping on them, I figure they need every possible way to keep cool! One of the ewes isn’t shorn, Lyra, because she gave birth the morning Emily came and we didn’t  want to stress her. Generally, you need to give a ewe two or three days to recover from lambing before shearing her, so Lyra will have to wait till May 19th.

Why so many lambs and so few kids? We only bred the dairy goats this spring, so we are only expecting one more set of twins from Bertie. We may breed the Angora for Fall kids this year.

I see the little lambie tails wagging around, and they are adorable. Do you ever dock the sheep’s tails? We do. In fact, we’re doing the first group tomorrow.

 

The lambs named Diane and Cordelia, for what explorers were they named? Cordelia and Diane were named for our friend Diane and her friend Cordelia. Diane is an explorer of the world, a future shepherd and one of the most inspiring people we know! I also love that Cordelia means “heart” and Diane means “divine”.

 

I was wondering…when twins are born, are they identical twins? Some twins are identical, according to everything I’ve read, but I’m not sure I can tell which ones are and which aren’t.

 

Have any questions about lambs or lambing? Ask them here and I’ll try to answer them today

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Sloppy Joe

Homemade Sloppy Joe

I have jury duty later this week so I’m building up a stash of leftovers for an easy dinner. Last night I made a big batch of sloppy joe and tried out a new recipe. I added more carrot, celery and mushroom and used 2 pounds of ground beef but otherwise stuck fairly close to the recipe. I like that it uses canned tomatoes, more veg, and less ketchup than my usual recipe. I think this one probably has less sugar in the end, it’s a keeper!

In the Garden: Wool!

That’s right!  This year we have a wooly vegetable garden.

I was lucky enough to be able to grab a bag of skirting after the sheep were sheared at Juniper Moon Farm the other day, and I am thrilled to be using it in the garden.

“Skirting” is the icky bits of the fleece that are so soaked in urine and feces that they cannot be sent to the mill for processing into yarn or roving (such as the wool surrounding the animal’s back end).  It’s the waste bits and they are pretty much garbage.  Thankfully, they can be composted or used in the garden directly as mulch.

I’ve been using some straw to mulch the areas where I have sown seeds directly into the soil (beets, carrots, onions, chard) and the little sprouts are still fragile so I didn’t use wool there.  With some of the hardier squash transplants I have made a light circle of wool around the base and spread out enough to discourage weeds close to the plants.

But where the wool is making the biggest difference for me is at the borders of the beds where the weeds like to encroach and I can’t properly weed-whack them.

The best part is (actually, there are so many “best” parts it’s ridiculous) that the manure-y stuff stuck to the wool will help keep the soil and plants fertilized.  AND once the growing season is over you can till the wool mulch right into the soil.  See? It’s brilliant!

My garden looks pretty funny and  odd right about now – I’ve not completed the mulching process entirely.  I have only mulched around the edges a bit and around the current plants that are growing.  I have a lot more transplants waiting to go outside once it stays reliably warm enough (tomatoes are pretty delicate and we’re still getting down into the 40′s at night), and once they are in the ground they’ll be mulched with the wool as well.

For now it’s a patchwork of wool, mud and straw.  But it’s getting there.

 

 


Tagged: Garden

March & April

I have now been at my job for two months (as of yesterday) and while the many transitions the school is going through make for an interesting ride it has been incredibly wonderful to have a mostly normal schedule and weekends again. Most days I get home around 4, which means I can walk to the library, post office or other places that close at 5 which is also very handy. We have been slowly expanding our explorations of Providence-by-foot.

We are getting down to the last bits of things to organize for the RILA annual conference - I have sent the speakers I am organizing their final pieces of paperwork and now it comes down to the logistics of picking people up from and dropping them off at the airport or train station; one speaker from The People's Library is spending one night on our futon, another needs to get a ride to and from the train station on the day of the presentation.

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I am still working on my sweater. It is at a very boring stage of just plain knitting until I get to the bottom hem pattern. It looks like a sweater though, which is a nice thing. While I don't have any update photos of the sweater, I did finally take this one of my iPod cord project:
I also can upload the photo of the knitted art-exchange project I made for my February exchange:
They're cup cozies! Machine washable and dry-able. Made with the same yarn as Joseph's hat.

For my second exchange and the Third Annual Juniper Moon CD Exchange I made a mix, finally able to do a rainbow/color theme. I'm kind of proud of how low it is on the truly hokey songs:
  1. Rainsong - George Winston
  2. Winter Winds - Mumford & Sons
  3. Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles
  4. Rainbow Connection - The Muppets
  5. Red Rubber Ball - Simon and Garfunkel
  6. Orange Sky - Alexi Murdoch
  7. Mellow Yellow - Donavon
  8. Green & Gray - Nickel Creek
  9. Cool Blue Reason - Cake
  10. The Brain of the Purple Mountain - Leo Kottke
  11. That Moon Song - Gregory Alan Isakov
  12. Underneath the Stars - Kate Rusby
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I
n a similarly rainbow theme Vasya and I dyed the Easter Eggs this year, to bring to my parents' (click the photo to see the rest of the album):

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In the fall I commissioned some woven cloth to protect and brighten up some of the furniture I have here. Just the other day they arrived (my weaver friend had commissions that came in before mine) so I snagged some "in action" shots for her. I looove them! I gave her color theme ideas and the sizes and looked through some of the patterns, but trusted her to do the rest and they are magnificent! There is one more for the top of another bureau, but that bureau hasn't made it here yet. It's the same as the one in the photo on the bureau now, but bigger.

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In addition to doing a lot of dancing, every weekend, I am excited to be going back to Pinewoods this summer as a camper! Through the NGI Scholarship I will be going to English & American Week and I plan on going to the English Caller's Workshop so I can begin to call English dances! I will also be trying to go to one of the spring work weekends - I cannot make one and the other will require some interesting scheduling, but I think as I'm now an hour away it will make it easier to get there.

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Stay tuned for:

  • More art exchange items
  • Spring bike maintenance, which may include hanging out with a dino-loving toddler
  • Farm updates! I hope to get involved with our CSA farm as well - we chose Freedom Food Farm and if they have volunteer days and things I hope to go do some good digging in the dirt!
  • A Simon's Rock Reunion update!

Dublin!

Pretty much I am easily entertained, and I was having fun even at Logan (actually the entertainment started earlier in the week…). We left Logan at 6:15 pm.

Logan Terminal E

Anyhow, Terminal E has a great view!
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There’s a map on the floor of the world, and you can hop about to all of your destinations (which of course I did). Here I am landing in Spain (actually I’m landing off the coast of Portugal, …details…),
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And there’s a spot to drink your, ahem, beverage, that shows you the distances to a bunch of airports… In case you’re interested, Sidney is 10,090 miles from Boston, and NYC is 190.
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Even the gift shop was entertaining… in case you forgot that little something,
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Entertained?
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Aer Lingus Flight to Dublin

Finally, we’re off… and a lovely view over the harbor,
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Sunshine on the shamrock, this can only be a good thing, no? It was a fancy plane, with blankets and pillows and movies and food… And smashing flight attendants in Mad Men-esque uniforms.
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Aer Lingus had a great selection of movies to watch. Ginny and I watched The Skin I Live In (La piel que habito), which I’d been wanting to see. It’s an Almodovar movie with Antonio Banderas… (one of my recipes for fun). Early in the movie I suggested to Ginny what was going on… she looked at me somewhat aghast. In the end, she says “how did you know?” Because it was an Almodovar movie…
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The meal out was far better than the one they served on the return flight, and we had to purchase wine.
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Even the little trip maps and info were entertaining…
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Dublin!

Arrival in Dublin at 5:25 am local time (they are 5 hours ahead of us), so that made a flight of about 6 hours. We had an 11 hour layover and managed to see a lot in that time. First things first, though, right?

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Here’s what you need to know. That can next to the commode wasn’t labeled, so I had assumed it was for feminine hygiene products. In Spain, many toilets are set up similarly, with the can labeled for hygienic paper, which I learned is not the same as feminine hygiene products, but rather for the toilet paper itself. It was hard remember this, and even when I was thinking about it, 50 years of habit sometimes overcame the thought in my brain. Just so you know… it takes more water to flush a small amount of paper than it does to flush poop…

The airport bus dropped us off at O’Connell Street. As we got off (the only passengers save for the guy chatting up the driver), the driver asked if we were sure we were where we wanted to be. Yep. But it sure was deserted…

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No worries, Mary Mediatrix was watching over us…
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Just watch when you cross the street to look right first (unless you’re at a one-way street). There was such a confusion of streets that they were all labeled with which way to look…
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It’s maybe 6 am in these photos. The River Liffey,
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Contrary to what several people (travelers and Irish natives) told me, pretty much nothing was open at 6 am on a Sunday. We mostly saw drunkards and late night revelers wandering, presumably home. And a few early morning construction workers. And a LOT of street cleaners. The streets were a mess! Broken bottles, trash, rivers and lakes of beer… we suspect it was due to a soccer game the evening prior.

I’m not sure this quite makes it as a fashion name, “Swamp: Spring is in the Air”… but it did entertain me!
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Yuccas? Yep, they do well there…
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The Liffey is tidal, and the Ha’Penny Bridge is attractive.
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Not so these cakes in a bakery window…
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Santa’s red suit had faded to nearly orange, I forget what’s next to him but it was all wrong. And there is dirt on that flower cake, never mind that the flowers are filthy.

Anyhow… We wandered and wandered around, hoping to find coffee, or Guiness.

Part of town is called Viking Dublin. The Wikipedia page notes that it had a large slave market where thralls were captured and sold by the Norse and by warring Irish chiefs. Um, this wasn’t mentioned on anything we saw in town! They did have some celebratory viking sculptural thingies though…
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Must be thralls on their way to the slave market…
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A view into one of the Four Courts,
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Everything is labeled in Gaelic, and then in English. We even heard a fair amount of what we presumed to be Gaelic spoken…
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Loads of gorgeous doors. I won’t be making a calendar.
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St. Audoen’s Church,
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Dublin Castle. Check out the interactive image at the link, the place is really huge… apparently we were wandering all around it (outside) and had no idea. The plaza is very austere. There was a Plants Committee conference there, but we only saw a few people as it was relatively early.

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Ninth century or so wall, around the corner from the castle,
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10:30 am and we finally found someplace open! Coffee! Brekkies! (but geesh, what a lot of sausage, though those small circles are called puddings, one black, one white, and the weiner looking sausages had a lot of oatmeal in them). Tasty, but overall rather salty.
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You can get some Propelling Pencils here! Reminded me of Harry Potter, but it’s just what the UK calls mechanical pencils.
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Before we ate, we wandered around the outside of Christ Church Cathedral aka Cathedral of the Holy Trinity. We went inside after. It was pretty fabulous! The Wikipedia page also has some good photos, as does this religious art page. My inside photos are almost all horrible.

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That’s an effigy of Strongbow, who is buried at the church.

You get the idea… soaring arches. It’s a Romanesque cathedral. (I got a bit of an art and architecture education on this trip!). And then we went into the crypt!

Costumes from The Tudors! Apparently much of the show was filmed here, which explains why a couple of the chapels looked familiar…
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There was some treasure down there, silver, plate, old bibles, and a coffee shop.
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And…. The Cat and the Rat!
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Here are a few other odd things from the Cathedral.

We saw some very fun and funky bikes,
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and the Spire of Dublin, and then it was back to the airport to head to Madrid.
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