I have always loved St. Patrick’s Day. Not only because I am Irish, and it is my name day, but because it comes in the middle of March when it is not quite yet Spring but everyone is very tired of Winter. Despite the promise of Spring in the air, there is still a lot of dirty snow…and things look pretty bedraggled emerging from beneath it. So it is actually a bit bleak. What better time for a bit of celebration? As a kindergarten teacher we had fun making leprechaun traps and learning about rainbows… and telling a few Irish stories. Retired, it is a quieter day.
I made some soup. Spinach, carrots and potatoes…the colors of the Irish flag.
It will be pureed before eating and be mostly green…but I think it is beautiful with all the colors.
And it will be lovely with this Irish brown bread.
I have pulled out my Irish sweater.
I made this years ago but it is so warm I don’t often wear it. It is my official St. Patrick’s Day sweater.
Fergus is dressed for the occasion.
Having a nap while waiting for his walk. We are so thrilled that he is still with us…last year at this time he was diagnosed with cancer and we were told it wouldn’t be long. But here he is….Perhaps it is his Irish name that gives him luck!
Merlin doesn’t have any special outfit to wear today.
The girls got a bit of green in their oatmeal (or should I say porridge) today.
We will take Fergus for a long walk this afternoon and enjoy any signs of Spring we might see. And perhaps later there will be a pint of Guinness to celebrate the day!
🍀Happy St. Patrick’s Day!🍀