The Irish Spring time bright yellow - gorse flowering in the uplands, primroses and buttercups on roadsides and meadows. I have to say that although I do really like autumn the Irish springtime completely bewitches me.
St. John's Eve on 23rd June still is an occasion for rural bonfire parties. In the past in Leitrim you would have seen bonfires lit on each hill and mountain peak with revellers singing into the the long midsummer twilight.
I love the scent of gorse flowers - prickly spiny 'leaves' but oh - vanilla & coconut. You'd think is would grow in the tropics not temperate but often rain lashed Irish uplands. It lights up many a bleak or overcast day in springtime.
March can be an uncertain month weatherwise in Ireland. This hellebores, aka the Christmas rose, only bloomed to make an appearance in time for Easter 2013. As you can see the daffodil beside it is shivering but bravely holding its own.
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling sure 'tis like a morn in spring in the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy all the world seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure, they steal your heart away.