Pushed into history's backwaters, the Portuguese have quietly tenanted one of the loveliest of lands, the long Atlantic coast, the purple-brown hills, the tall pines and the .
His colors come from the purple-brown of Irish bogs, the emeralds and slate greys of Irish seas, the blues of the hills and heather.
Cape Escape to the Irish Village “The autumn frosts will lie upon the ground, Like blooms on grapes of purple-brown and gold. The misted early morning will be cold; The little puddles will be roofed with glass.” By Eleanor Wylie read more
Oct. 30, 2013 - Dorchester Reporter