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	<title>Comments on: Fair Weather Friend</title>
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		<title>By: Monica</title>
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		<dc:creator>Monica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 18:20:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Especially love this post, and thank you for it!  A few years back I moved to Ballydehob and lived there for a little over a year, where I found the weather (besides the landscape, the sea, the sheep and their dogs, the horses, the stone walls and hedgerows, the backcountry bohreens, the empty barren spaces, the broken forsaken cottages, the enchanting vistas, the homegrown food, and the people, the people and the people) to be one of the most fascinating things about living in Ireland, and almost instantly came to cherish the phrase &#039;four seasons in a matter of minutes&#039; ... especially after being California beach born and bred, with hardly ever a breath of winter finding airspace/time enough to rest on my well-tanned hide.  As a photographer, the inclemency and its fleeting, shifting dance of light that Ireland offers was like a misty nirvana to a severly parched spirit. As I travelled around, I&#039;d find myself blissfully lost in the most out of the way places imaginable ... like the Irish badlands (the Derrynasagett Mts.) up above the Coomhola valley, where I&#039;d swear ... if I sat contemplating the clouds and the beacons of breakikng light straffing the mountaintops long enough ... I could hear the echoing songs of Republican heroes lamenting in the ceaseless wind. &#039;Tis true the light of Ireland is a fickle god, but oh what a glorious one it is as well. Can&#039;t begin to tell you how wonderful it is to read your words on the subject and how they somewhat help alliviate all the homesickness that comes unbidden this time of year when our wee valley, caught between ... yes ... what&#039;s know here&#039; bouts as &#039;The Irish Hills&#039;,  becomes a haven of wildfire green and mist shrouded corries ... trouble is, it only lasts about three/four weeks at most, then were in for wildfires of another sort ... real ones!  Really enjoy your blog ... helps keep me close to where my heart lies lingering, waiting for me to come back and pick it up again!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Especially love this post, and thank you for it!  A few years back I moved to Ballydehob and lived there for a little over a year, where I found the weather (besides the landscape, the sea, the sheep and their dogs, the horses, the stone walls and hedgerows, the backcountry bohreens, the empty barren spaces, the broken forsaken cottages, the enchanting vistas, the homegrown food, and the people, the people and the people) to be one of the most fascinating things about living in Ireland, and almost instantly came to cherish the phrase &#8216;four seasons in a matter of minutes&#8217; &#8230; especially after being California beach born and bred, with hardly ever a breath of winter finding airspace/time enough to rest on my well-tanned hide.  As a photographer, the inclemency and its fleeting, shifting dance of light that Ireland offers was like a misty nirvana to a severly parched spirit. As I travelled around, I&#8217;d find myself blissfully lost in the most out of the way places imaginable &#8230; like the Irish badlands (the Derrynasagett Mts.) up above the Coomhola valley, where I&#8217;d swear &#8230; if I sat contemplating the clouds and the beacons of breakikng light straffing the mountaintops long enough &#8230; I could hear the echoing songs of Republican heroes lamenting in the ceaseless wind. &#8216;Tis true the light of Ireland is a fickle god, but oh what a glorious one it is as well. Can&#8217;t begin to tell you how wonderful it is to read your words on the subject and how they somewhat help alliviate all the homesickness that comes unbidden this time of year when our wee valley, caught between &#8230; yes &#8230; what&#8217;s know here&#8217; bouts as &#8216;The Irish Hills&#8217;,  becomes a haven of wildfire green and mist shrouded corries &#8230; trouble is, it only lasts about three/four weeks at most, then were in for wildfires of another sort &#8230; real ones!  Really enjoy your blog &#8230; helps keep me close to where my heart lies lingering, waiting for me to come back and pick it up again!</p>
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		<title>By: Farmhouse Yogurt + Granola &#124; {farmette}</title>
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		<dc:creator>Farmhouse Yogurt + Granola &#124; {farmette}</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 11:40:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] I apologise for not having a post up sooner. As luck would have it, we&#8217;ve had sketchy internet. I am not going to flannel on about it, because we are lucky that we even have a fast internet connection most of the time. This was not always the case. When I moved here just a few years ago, there was dial-up. The kind where you hear the dial tone and worse-than-nails-on-a-blackboard screeching sounds. Now, we have wi-fi, but the router is located in the cowshed at the upper farmyard because it picks up a better signal from there. Which is brilliant, until rains too much {cough} we don&#8217;t get a signal. Yes, it rains fairly often. (see Fair Weather Friend) [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] I apologise for not having a post up sooner. As luck would have it, we&#8217;ve had sketchy internet. I am not going to flannel on about it, because we are lucky that we even have a fast internet connection most of the time. This was not always the case. When I moved here just a few years ago, there was dial-up. The kind where you hear the dial tone and worse-than-nails-on-a-blackboard screeching sounds. Now, we have wi-fi, but the router is located in the cowshed at the upper farmyard because it picks up a better signal from there. Which is brilliant, until rains too much {cough} we don&#8217;t get a signal. Yes, it rains fairly often. (see Fair Weather Friend) [...]</p>
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