There is something special about St. Patrick's Day. Is it the undeniable taste of corn beef, cabbage, potatoes, and Irish soda bread, the sweetness of homemade cookies, the closeness of family gathered together, or a wonderful combination of all? One year ago at this time, we moved into our lovely new home without fanfare so today we celebrate the wearing of the green.
My 4-year-old granddaughter greeted me tonight with a wee leprechaun tale. "Grandma, a leprechaun came to my nursery class today. He left footprints all over but we could not see him."
"Guess what, Sierra, I looked all over for a pot of gold for us and there was none to be found. I guess your little leprechaun was playing a trick on all of us."
Thank you teacher-poet, Ruth Hersey, who is hosting Poetry Friday from her new home in Paraguay. You can read Ruth's thoughts and enjoy all the poetic goodness from other bloggers at Ruth's blog, here.
Two Writing Teachers for this daily meeting place to connect with a community of reflective writers.