The Burren in bloom is a rare treat if you are lucky enough to find yourself in this unique limestone landscape any time of year. But, from April to June it is especially enchanting. I was happy to bring a few American friends to a limestone plateau at the base of a fog shrouded mountain that are now carpeted with rare flowers of 
purple, pink, yellow and blue. As we wandered from rock to rock with the call of the cuckoo as our guide, I thought of a how the inspiration for the tunes of the traditional music we heard in the pub the night before come from the land, the water, the history and antiquity of the land. I thought of someone who recently told me she heard the strains of a uillean pipe coming from a Burren stream traveling to the sea. Poetry in motion. Life in Ireland. 