The Militiverse

    Good evening my friends, Come sit by the fire, have a glass of wine. You might wonder why I am sitting with a fluffy blanket over my knees when there’s not really a chill in the air. Well I will tell you. It’s not quite autumn and sitting outside is much nicer as the lazy summer evenings draw to a close, and like a cat, I too love a soft cosy blanket to snuggle up with.   I love autumn with its crisp leaves, the colours rich and nature showing off about how well it can paint a scene. When the Leaves Become Tricksters Summer in Ireland is a mixed bag. Some years cool and endless rain, this year, unexpectedly, sun that warms and delights. Light breezes blow and the leaves on the trees sing backing vocals like a choir for the birds. They all compete for attention as if the to be heard they raise their voices. That’s when the leaves sway and dance their tango in time to the rhythm of the song birds. The seasons play out their charades and all to the delight of...