…it’s poo! Don’t be too grossed out; I’m just wanting to give an honest indication of the ‘atmosphere’ in Closkelt at time of writing: smelly.

Cultural Snapshot
YWAM Closkelt is situated in a rural farm community, and this is the time of year when the farmers fertilize the fields. In other words, tractors are criss-crossing the landscape with tanks filled with various animal feces in tow, replenishing the earth with its natural goodness. Today, the odour is particularly pungent, as the field across from our facilities is being repeatedly serviced (I think our friend is on his ninth trip), and the resulting mist is permeating the base choking the inhabitants (us). To make matters worse, farmers here generally don’t plow, so the matter will remain fresh and above ground. Fascinating!

An early spring?
We’ve been blessed with a gorgeous past week or so, with about two-thirds of the days clad in sunshine and decently temperate weather. In addition, the days are quickly getting longer; whereas a few weeks ago it was dark around 4:30 in the afternoon, the sun stays out until nearly seven these days. As a result, I’m thinking a lot about how much I love spring and summer in Ireland lately.

In any case, I’m amazed at how much weather affects the human creature. Morale always seems better when the weather pleasantly surprises. I think I probably hear laughter more often.
Or perhaps I’m imagining things.