Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wearin' the Green

Anger flared.

"I don't have anything green to wear tomorrow!" came the words from Sydney's bedroom.

Her mother said something met with Sydney's reply, "I want bright green!"

Well, maybe it is her Irish roots. The green runs richly on her dad's side of the family. Evidently, so does the Irish spunk.

My new daughter-in-law is a contrast from Sydney's other aunt. One has fiery red hair while the other had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Both from Irish roots. I think we are being invaded by the Irish.

Ah, I not be wearin' the green today. Not even sure I have anything green. Should anyone try to pinch me, they're achin' for a fight. No. Not a drop of the Irish in this old girl. However, I love Irish based novels. I've made my way through Ireland via books by Edward Rutherford. Now I'm reading Whisperer by Carla Neggers. Yes, for some reason Ireland draws me in.

A friend of mine had a great idea. She and her little sons hide sparkly trinkets around the house in hopes of catching a leprechaun. This morning they checked the traps. Ah, no leprechaun, but a nice 'green' pile of pancakes.

I wrote in one of my earlier blogs about driving through a rainbow. Driving in the far left lane of the highway, I actually drove through the place where the rainbow touched the ground. Believe it or not, everything it touched turned a golden color. The pot of gold ran along next to my car, a car in which the driver was laughing with delight.

A friend recently moved to Ireland. Someday I hope to visit. I will look for the faeries and magic of the country. The places I have only read about will be real. Maybe my roots are not from that mysterious country, but something draws me to the magic it holds.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, my friends! May you find your pot of gold.

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