October 06, 2003

Blossom


Harebells peek out from between limestone slabs and cast long shadows on a sunny September evening this year.Photo taken on Gleninagh Mountain, the Burren, Co. Clare.

Posted by Monasette at October 6, 2003 11:30 PM
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Brings to mind this Gillian Welch song, Acony Bell (a personal favorite)

The fairest bloom the mountain know
Is not an iris or a wild rose
But the little flower of which I'll tell
Known as the brave acony bell

Just a simple flower so small and plain
With a pearly hue and a little known name
But the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom
For they know that spring is coming soon

Well it makes its home mid the rocks and the rills
Where the snow lies deep on the windy hills
And it tells the world "why should I wait
This ice and snow is gonna melt away"

And so I'll sing that yellow bird's song
For the troubled times will soon be gone

Posted by: Carrie at October 8, 2003 01:07 PM

Thanks for that, Carrie. I hadn't heard of the song (or the flower) before,

/John

Posted by: John at October 9, 2003 10:12 AM

It's a pretty little song, found on her first album, Revival. A short sample can be found here: http://www.gillianwelch.com/music/acony_bell.mp3

Very nice photo.

Posted by: Carrie at October 10, 2003 03:23 PM