I forgot it was St. Patrick's day until I stepped outside this morning and saw the Paddy O'Furniture. Okay, that's an old joke but I say it every year. It's tradition.
Here are wild shamrocks growing in my yard today. Please do not call them weeds.
Below are cultured giant shamrocks complete with little white flowers that I have babied and grown in a large flower pot for years and years. Bet you didn't know that they bloom.
I'm cooking corned beef and cabbage with onions, carrots and redskin potatoes for supper. No soda bread though for I don't care for it.
Yes, I really have kissed the Blarney Stone.
Aye. In person.
Time for a beer!