The Mindful Farmers Daily Diary Day 979

Good morning and welcome. Today as I drove from Scrib to Clifden I was awe struck by the amazingly different colours of brown as Johnny Cash's song 40 shades of green there was definitely 40 shades of brown. This is unique in Connemara at this time of year as the iron laden waters colour the grasses, reeds and vegetation then the mountains, the sunshine and the wind and the waters complete this miracle of wonder. As I was driving along having visited Glentrasna where John O'Donoghue, my late friend, resided for many years and got much of his inspiration to write from, I also was compelled to put pen to paper about the "rusty brown Connemara". Today this vast landscape of mostly wildness stretched out forever a vast plain of rusty brown shadowed by the deep thinking Maumturk mountains and watered by lakes and rivers as God saw it. Then there were the pale telegraph poles, frightened pale white at the thoughts of the oncoming winter as they whistled out loudly then the dark grey boulder paid homage to the overlooking mountains. The odd sheep grazing oblivious to the surrounding miracle and then the occasional home pudding out chimes of smike to complete the picture that I was so fortunate to experience and so fortunate to be awake to the wondrous beauty that only God could create. I felt so happy to be part of this natural beauty and blessed by all things and gracious in awareness where the greed air goes wild with light and delight - The Rusty Brown Connemara.

The Mindful Farmer

Patrick