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Plantations and Plantation Gates

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When you need to think.
When you need to think.
Photo: DTease
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Item #: 31232
A place for quiet contemplation - Lower Plantations.

Comment by: Maureen on 23rd May 2019 at 11:52

At peace with the world...can't beat it.

Comment by: Veronica on 23rd May 2019 at 14:41

Yes green is a very calming shade - probably why Actors and Luvvies retire to the Green Room in between scenes....It's a hard life learning all those lines! I remember when we had a Shakespeare production ( best not go there!) :0))

Comment by: Maureen on 23rd May 2019 at 15:35

Just imagine if all the trees all over the world were a different colour,we'd probably all be raving lunatics.

Comment by: Albert.S. on 23rd May 2019 at 16:09

Many years ago, an elderly gentleman, who at that time was my neighbour, always classified the colour green, as God’s colour.

Comment by: Veronica on 23rd May 2019 at 17:04

Well Maureen they do say there's 40 shades of green - I will find out if it's true as I'm soon to be visiting the land of my ancestors. Killarney, Dingle Peninsula, Trallee, Tipperary, the Ring of Kerry and Dublin. I will let you know....

Comment by: Veronica on 23rd May 2019 at 17:05

Albert that must be true - that's why St Patrick was sent there!

Comment by: Philip G. on 23rd May 2019 at 17:57

Nice photo DTease. I think it safe to say that most welders will prefer their goggles and masks to have a green lens/s: The welder choosing the darkest shade (solar eclipses beautiful) of green first as he, or she, decides which will allow a clear view of the weld zone. Other colours noticed are 'red', and 'blue'.

Comment by: fw on 24th May 2019 at 00:05

Marion sat with Robin , why Will sat in a tree.
Robin then kissed Marion, to which she said Glory Be.
I'm sorry did I shock you with my passion and desire
No tis yonder watcher whose eyes that spy on fire.
He watches for the Sheriff,
Well he will not find him 'ere so drop him with a arrow if you wish to call me dear.
But my love he's from the forest as green a wish to find,
Then tell him to sling his hook and not leave his rear behind.
Robin then shot an arrow that hit above Will's head
If tha throws another at me I'll chuck a brick instead.
Dear Will you are my brother would I wish a harm on thee
Tis may be the case but I tell thi I nearly fell from t tree.
Together we'd have caught you to fall on softly bed,
To which Marion replied , Oh Sod this I'm going home instead..

Comment by: fw on 24th May 2019 at 02:12

ile sic

Comment by: Elizabeth on 24th May 2019 at 06:40

I'm sure you will love it Veronica.My favourite is County Clare.

Comment by: Veronica on 24th May 2019 at 07:30

fw may I ask - from where do you come - are you From Where? ;0)

Comment by: Philip G. on 24th May 2019 at 09:26

Nicely FW, and here's another for 'World's back porch.

Leave that 'shank alone my friend
And jolly Friar, round.
Please go and harvest yonder green,
Then swirl your pestle's pound.
My merry men are spit'n fithers,
And glum of deepened strop,
But Friar's ferment always lifts -
Come gracious Nettle Pop.

Comment by: Veronica on 24th May 2019 at 09:33

Been there Elizabeth and Galway thanks.

Comment by: Poet on 24th May 2019 at 16:19

I love how everyone gently swears in Ireland. Once in Galway I was served some soda bread at breakfast and enjoyed it so much greedily asked for more. When the waitress had disappeared a tiny old lady on the next table leaned across and declared, ' They never give yer enough fekin bread do they luv'.

Comment by: Veronica on 24th May 2019 at 18:42

I love the soft Irish brogue Poet - and it's not too difficult to mimic! It must be all in the blood!

Comment by: Albert.S. on 25th May 2019 at 10:20

It is sometime very difficult to translate when someone uses a strong Irish. brogue, or any other brogue. This event was related to me many years ago, as to its authenticity I am not aware. The English driver, asked a gentleman of the Garda if it was alright to park his car in that particular place, in that road. The reply was in a strong Irish brogue. “ No, you can’t” . The driver was somewhat confused, as to whether, or not, he had been insulted.

Comment by: Veronica on 25th May 2019 at 12:58

The Northern Ireland accent is quite harsh - if you think of Rev. Paisley. I don't know why that is - unless it's something to do with a mix of 'English' and Scottish. I prefer the soothing tones of the South.

Comment by: Ken R on 26th May 2019 at 17:35

Good for you Poet, you would never think of swearing in print.

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