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A Belated Happy St. Patrick's Day! I have always loved SPD, and have worn green of some kind every since I can remember. The Celts and Greeks, after all, new each other well The early Celts used the Greek alphabet for their language, and Celtic history is taught all over
All things Celtic intrigue me, and in my heart, I am with them. Years ago I wrote about them, and have done poems on Boudicca nad the Warrior Queens. So, when I can take it out, my teddy bear sweater with shamrock's and green leprechaun hats comes out, or my green velvet dresses, or my sweaters and skirts, and my Irish jewelry and sweaters. When I can, I buy a shamrock. This year, we made the traditional corned beef and cabbage, boiled with spices, potatoes, carrots, onions, and cabbage.
Our son used the leftover vegetables for egg drop soup. I don't eat much meat these days, but I make an exception for St. Pat's. I also love my Farside cartoon of, yes, St. Patrick driving the snakes out of
Today, for my son, I made fresh green beans boiled with smoked ham hocks, in ham flavored bouillon. Boil the ham hocks 30 minutes per pound, and then add green beans, washed, with 20 or 30 minutes left. Drain and serve. I also made chicken salad today, simply, with may, salt, pepper, a little Beaumonde seasoning, chopped onions, and chopped queen green olives, stuffed with pimento.
Life goes on, however sad and fleeting. I go on, however difficult. "The woods are lovely, dark and deep--And I have promises to keep ...And miles to go before I sleep--And miles to go before I sleep."
It's just bad, and there is never much peace.
So, I write, and I gaze at eagles on my way over the bridge. I wonder what the hawk atop the street sign is thinking, and the deer and I have conversations. Today, we saw a mosquito. No, a source of panic, but when I was growing up, a source of annoyance. Now, I see them as sister females in some way, miniature vampire queens, sucking nourishment for their children. My mother has a little gold mosquito charm my dad bought her on the way back from a trip to
It's one of my favorite charms. Oh, for time, to look for heirlooms, to make memories, to write, to pull my puppet strings back together, before I'm hopelessly entangled.
Go in peace.
