Tuesday, March 15, 2011

makes me think of …

The month of March makes me think of Ireland; all because of it’s 17th day.  The day on which Americans sport the every-vibrant shade of the emerald isle. 

Side Note: When I was young, I hated St. Patrick’s Day.  I wanted to be different, so if I would wear green, it would be un-noticeable enough to get me pinched.  Oooo, I hated that lame excuse to pinch a person it would otherwise be inappropriate to touch.  It just seemed a little absurd to me. 

Nevertheless, after having had the extraordinary opportunity to see the actual green that defines the day of the Irish, I am slightly more inclined to enjoy the America-fabricated Irish holiday … simply because it brings back beautiful memories of a nearly enchanted land.

To top off my Irish musings, it’s raining right now.  If only I could curl up next to the fire while eating a hot bowl of Irish stew … it would be grand {“grand” being the Irish equivalent of the American “awesome”}! 


I do realize that whenever something is even relatively close to anything Irish, like St. Patrick’s Day, I never cease to reflect on my adventure, which thus includes the posting of more Ireland pictures.  But hey, I’m not going to apologize.  It’s just what happens.