getting lots of snow here today on top of what fell last night. I hope that's
it! Really now!!! Remember: tomorrow is the first day of spring. While it is so
picturesque, I’ll be inside today, except to feed the birds. There's a
bird feeding frenzy out there and I think I'll run out of food for them soon.
I've noticed some Red-winged Blackbirds here the last few days and I'm trying
to get some shots of them. I started a photo file to help identify the birds
and I hope that I'm getting better in spotting and naming them. If I've
identified any of these birds incorrectly, please correct me; I'd appreciate
the help. I'm taking some pictures from my window, where I can keep dry.
For those of us that are fortunate enough to be indoors enjoy the view.
Happy St Patrick’s Day to
everyone and Happy Birthday to my husband Don, who is seventy-four today!
Without a speck of Irish blood in him, he feels he’s an honorary Irishman and
the luck of the Irish is always with him.
This year, we’ll be
celebrating at home and watching the parade on TV. The corned beef is already
up on the stove and filling the house with a yummy aroma that always brings me
back to my childhood. To trace my father’s lineage, I dream of traveling to
Ireland with him.That’s where my
dreams take me today-to my grandparents Ireland. We travel the coastline
beaches of Cork, and look for the Blarney Castle, walk in emerald grass with
sheep abounding and enter the magical woods of Glengarriff. With our ears
filled with music and lullabies, stories of leprechauns and laughter, we would sip
some tea in a cottage of sod and relish that time forever.
As I prepare dinner for
tonight, I leave you with an Irish blessing:
“May you have warm words on a
cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your
Many years ago, I found this
poem by James Hearst in an old magazine. I copied it, framed it and around this
time of year, I like to share it with some of my friends. Tonight we will be
setting our clocks ahead and I thought it was time to share it again with you.
It is like an old friend that speaks of spring and hope and faith and of course
the glorious Forsythia.