One look outside the window this morning, and Hiram and I were in the depths of despair. It snowed again last night, a light dusting that turned the ground white and made the road slippery during my morning walk. That may sound like complaining to you, but it is not. As instructed by Jack Webb on Dragnet, I’m reporting only the facts.
In the spirit of fact-finding, be reminded that this is St. Patrick’s Day, the holiday devoted to all things Irish and green. Since everything around here is covered with white (again I am stating only the facts), I had to dig into my photographic bag of tricks to find an appropriate picture for today.
And look at what I found – a picture taken in July of 2005 at the Glendalough Monastery in Ireland. We were hiking from the monastery ruins to the two lakes further up in the hills when we crossed a footbridge over this stream. I am convinced it is enchanted and a fitting nod-o-the-head to my ancestors from the Emerald Isle.
Today’s a good day to get lost in the scenery. No snow, no cold and the never ending hope that a leprechaun might jump from the hollow of a tree and lead me to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. That sounds a whole lot better than Lucky Charms for breakfast or a dusting of snow on March 17. I think I want to move there.
Top o’ the morning to ya.
