THOSE of us of a certain vintage can clearly remember learning by heart a poem by Antaine Ó Raifteirí that runs: ‘Anois teacht an earraigh/beidh an lá ag dul chun síneadh,/ Is tar éis na féil Bríde/ardóidh mé mo sheol.’ (Now with the coming of spring, the day will be lengthening and after St Brigid’s feast I will raise my sail.)
Mon, 11 Feb, 2019
IT’S the time of year when the rhododendron blooms, standing out from most other plants in all its deep red, purple and cerise splendour. The rhodo looks magnificent and little wonder that it get a mention in romantic songs. However, the wild rhodo is in a category of plants with a bad name: “invasive species’’ that were brought into the country.
Mon, 28 Apr, 2014