Flowers

One Sunny June afternoon several years ago, I stood on a Wicklow cliff overlooking the Irish Sea. All around me, mounds of wild roses covered the ground. No genetically crafted sterile blooms were these. Each delicate flower -- and there were hundreds upon hundreds crowding the canes that tumbled in every direction -- had but a few scarlet petals surrounding a central golden … [Read more...] about Sláinte: The Queen of Flowers