It's nice to have an occasion to remember my Irish roots. We're celebrating March 17th this year with a bit o' Shamrock green. I had no idea that it has this pretty white bloom, but I know there are a number of different varieties. This one charmingly bows its head and closes its leaves at night to sleep.
I'll be remembering my Mom, and the other family Kelley's, and raising a pint of Black and Tan. I'll search for the local pipe band, and recite a line or two from the Dubliners. (. . . snow was general all over Ireland.)
An emerald tea cup and Irish linen will grace the table for a day or two. I'll want a nice brown soda bread to go along with it, or better still, a wonderful thin apple tart with clotted cream.
I'll be wanting a stroll down a neighborhood lane on a soft day in Galway City (don't you know), or a stop in at the Quays Pub on Quay Street. I'll be happy to cry in my beer if I hear the right version of Danny Boy.
Oh, the pipes, the pipes are calling. . . .
"May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks.
May your heart be as glad as a song.
May each day bring you bright, happy hours
that stay with you all the year long."
Happy St. Paddy's to you!