Every time we pass The Woodbine Inn in Virginia, county Cavan I say "Where's the camera? "
Well today I had it ready to hand and finally got the picture...apparently this pub sells beers, spirits and hangovers!...
Hangovers in a pub? Well, what next?
This was the scene from our door at dawn this morning......shhhh, can you hear the silence? Photo credits to Paul, my DH.
The name of our cottage - White O'Morn means the white of morning or dew of dawn or mist of morning or first light of day....anyway you get the idea...
I think this picture says it so well...White of 'morning
Well done for taking this beautiful photo Paul, ('cos only you would be caught up at the crack o'dawn. I'm with LizBiz on this one...Loll for Ireland! LOL!
We don't get much snow in Ireland so when we do we snap, snap, snap 'cos it is gone in an hour.
This is how my quilt project is coming along. Must say how much I am enjoying doing it. I have about one third done so far.
We recently got our timbered ceiling (tradiotional cottage style) done in the living room and we put up a blue floral border to finish off the room. Both seen here in this pic of our bookshelf next to the rugged chimney breast.
The brown beer bottle on the right is empty (wasn't me - I didn't do it) and was dug up from the land outside. It was probably cast there many decades ago by someone who lived in the cottage. I love to find these little treasures from the past.
I have a collection of them now...mostly syrup of figs bottles, milk of magnesia bottles and beer bottles...MMM... must have been inhabited by a billious, constipated alcoholic!
Now - how would you like to wake up to this scenery every morning. It is actually one of the two lakes my pal, Jill, can see from her house near Ballinamore. The other lake is called Corgar Lake and this one is.....unpronouncable.
This is the sloping driveway from the front of the house and yes, the lake is across the road.
Jill house is beautiful and she has three tables hand made from longways slices of trees. This one has a fissure on the right hand side that might have been seen as a flaw in the wood but the craftsman has turned it into a feature.
More of Jill's fabulous rustic tables....
This is Jill's lovely home at the top of the hill..."Jack and Jill went up the hill"...Pity her partner's name is not Jack!
They have beautiful views from every window. How wonderful is that? Their house is called "Cois Loca" which is Gaelic for Lakeside or Beside the Lake. Well named. Jill is camera shy and would not have her photo taken. Next time Jill!
Now, Jill, your gorgeous doggies were not so camera shy. The black and white one is called Chuckie (not spelt like that but I don't know the real spelling) and the brown and white beauty is Judy. Champion stick chasers both of them. They would give Coco (Liz Biz doggie) a run for her money!
Now back to a more modest dwelling...White O'Morn Cottage. The lovely Liz Biz gave me this dinky little cup and saucer this weekend. I put a tealight in it and it lit up the bowel of the cup and gave a cosy glow to the deep windowsill in the living room. I love it Liz, Thanks so much.
Oh, and I am in the process of making a pressie for Coco the wonder dog. She will eat it in five minutes flat (not that it is edible at all, at all) ...but that is part of the fun and I reserve the photo rights! 
Outside this morning in the soft light of dawn Paul took this picture of my painted milk churn, (centre), my painted gate (right, painted to match the one in the film Quiet Man) and my crock of gold, (left) which sits outside my cottage at my end of my rainbow.
I must admit...the crock of gold is not real gold. Not at all.....I just painted local rocks with gold paint and put them in the black crock. It just symbolises treasure at the end of the rainbow...but you knew that right?
I laughed when I saw this rusty sign I have hanging on my fence..."Take a peek at my bloomers" ...and not a "bloomer" in sight. Ah well, Spring is on the way.
This little fairy has been sitting in the corner of the garden for about two years. In that time she has lost her wings and if you look closely you will see tendrils of some kind of moss entwining her legs and arms and waist. She is being claimed by nature.
OK, I know this is not a pretty picture - but to me it is fantastic! It shows the vintage Belfast sink (butler's sink) with its copper taps/faucets. We got it up -FINALLY - after two years of storing it. The kitchen seems to be an endless project.
Kimme and hubby, I promise it will be done by the time you come to stay this year!
I am so looking forward to meeting such a good blog friend. You have been such a comfort in recent sad times. I very much appreciate your kind words and support which came just when I needed it most. You don't know how much it meant to us all. Thank you.
Kimme, Irish Cottage Dreams is on my sidebar as is Liz Biz Ballinamore, and Angie of the Old Schoolhouse. We'll all meet up in good ol' Ballinamore for a toast in Smith's Pub!
Watch out Ballier...Here come the GIRLS!
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