Like a snugly coiled cat behind the stove, just awaking from a deep and comfortable sleep. Drowsily she blinks with her eyes as if to consider whether it is worthwhile to enervate further action while she is still in a trance of slumber. Lingering she comes up from her cozy position, stretching her paws, two by two. However, after a turn of washing herself and a few extensive yaws, she is all prepared.
This is how I, watching from a higher terrace, looked upon the process happening on the by stonewalls be fringed fields out of limestone, this morning. Huge chunks, varying in size, form and state of metamorphosis. Most of them have deep cuttings whereby once grykes could originate, due to the sheltered situation, a suitable place for subtropical plants to grow.
The fields are still immersed in a haze, covering their own shade of “liath”, a green -greyish colour. Until the sun awakens them. I see her touching them tenderly, one after another. Little by little the slabs emerge from under their cover, taking up their original colour enriched however by the subtle glow of the sun.
Apparently in an instant the scene of daily life has differed. From the intimacy of scarce daylight only some days ago, now light has returned. In a continuous movement she increases by the day. And with the growth of the light the overall energy increases in exploring new opportunities.
Off and on I see the tractors on the road. Sometimes with a loader in front, stowed with hay or seaweed brought by the sea. At other moments there is a back loader with the working dog having a rest or another Islander getting a lift.
It is lovely to observe the drivers, sitting high on their royal seat with a straightened back. There is no doubt about where they are heading for.
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin