My theory on green.....Ireland has a lot of cloudy days, mists and soft rains. Coupled with cooler evenings and mornings - perfect weather for plants. During our spring at home everything always look so perfect and green. My plants only lose color with the relentless heat of summer. Ireland does not have that problem.....I found a 2 euro coin in the grass.
We are in Killarney and will be for another night. To travel here, we drove along the southern coast and turned north traversing across the most inland portions of the peninsulas. The terrain changed back and forth between green pastures and barren rocky fields at higher elevations. It was cloudy and my picture does not give depth to the colors and vistas we saw.
Up high there were many sheep - some of which escaped and were finding grass along the highway. Hairpin turns and narrow roads only added to the excitement.
As we descended from the higher elevation into the valley of lakes to Killarney it is a wonderful transition through barren fields, to small forests of huge cedars (reminded me of the giant sequoias) and then to moss-covered oak forests. I felt Irish fairies live in these woods.
WB Yeats said fairies are beings not quite good enough for heaven or bad enough for down under. Not a bad deal to have a pair of wings and live in the forest for eternity.
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