Yes, I was wondering last night what I would write about today, maybe about the unfortunate Scottish Saga, maybe the Climate Change Rallies… but I was away for all that so maybe I should write about Italian art or, about Roman frescos or buried cities… but what’s actually gripping me today is: Death by a thousand Mosquito bites!
Even as I write now from the comfort of my home in the ancient Viking settlement of Harold’s Cross, I can feel them still, those despicable, detestable blood-sucking insetti, invading my peace of mind. Urg, they would drive a saint STARK- RAVING MAD. But no, we’re not quite safe from them even here in the leafy suburbs of South Dublin. My own sister has been attacked, in her own kitchen! It is thought that the increase of water butts in suburban gardens (to collect rainwater) has brought about a significant increase in the Irish population of these nasty, vile creatures of the night.
Now, I know that they’re all God’s creatures and I’ve heard it said that Buddhists in particular wouldn’t dream of hurting these tiny little insects (apparently they simply shoo them away with a feather or leaf) But no, I’m afraid that I’m not one of those people, I admit that I swat! And I really wonder about the feasibility of ‘feather-shooing’ anyway. But still, such serenity is indeed, enviable…
No, but the question here is: Was there always Mosquitos in Ireland? And No – there wasn’t. Like the case of the shy river bird, the Dipper who now hatches her eggs one week earlier in the year, these mosquitos are the nightmarish evidence of Climate Change. And no, there’s no good side to Climate Change but, what about this photograph below? These are grapes, growing in our back garden, a gift from our friends in France. Did we ever think they’d grow like this?
Finally, I admit that I’m no expert on Mosquitos, Buddhists, Grapes or even Dippers so please forgive me for taking liberties. Another artist who knows a lot more about the natural world is Cathy Fitzgerald. Check out her website at: http://ecoartfilm.com/