Another of my favourite people, my grandaughter Macie arrived at the beginning of summer. All the way from Roscommon.
This provided a great excuse to do a bit of touring around.
The countryside was at its best. Wheat and barley standing proudly. In a summer breeze I saw it perform one of the most co-ordinated Mexican Wave's I have ever witnessed.
It seemed that birds called the day into being, singing, demanding, and reminding all and sundry of their presence and importance.
In the evening, they closed off the day with their thanks.
It must have been one of the most beautiful summers in South Tipperary.
During my various chats with Macie, I was amazed to be reminded of how wise and uncomplicated children can be. Thanks Mace.
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