I'm thinking of the Irish Poets and storytellers today. Of my grandfather John Henry Kelley. I'm remembering a wonderful evening at the labyrinthine Quays Pub in Galway, and a day at Martello Tower in Dublin on Bloomsday. Of one unforgettable day we walked ten miles round trip to the Cliffs of Moer and back to our B&B in Doolin. Having traveled all that way, I wanted to have a look over the edge, so I crawled out and peered over while lying on my belly. (The wind is known to carry people over.) I got vertigo anyway.
I love all things Irish. But especially an Irish accent, Fisherman knits, and tweed Irish caps. And of course, top of the list, beautiful Irish linen and lace. . . .
May the road always rise up to meet you!
Happy St. Patrick's Day!