It's not THAT kind of Green Day!
Happy St. Patricks Day to all the other wee Hobbit-like Leprechauns out there!
T'would be a grand day for seeking pots of gold at the end of rainbows but for the overcast, snow-threatening clouds hiding the sun.
Ah, well. We can't be complainin'. It IS the middle of March near the foothills of the Canadian Rockies after all. What else can we expect?
If it DOES fulfill the forecast and drop wee frozen bits of rain on us today, we can at least rest in the knowledge that it won't last long.
And we HAVE seen the green, green grass of home this week, and shall see it again.
So, Happy Green Day.
Out with yer shamrocks to do a sprightly jig on the bit o' lawn you can see peeping through the last of the snow.
And don't forget to remind the children that they'll be poopin' green from all the colouring you've been adding to their food today!
May the Lord keep you in His hand an' never close His fist too tight.
They're going to poop green?! You never warned me about that! :)ReplyDelete
Oh, yeah! By the way...ReplyDelete
And a "Happy Wearin O' th' Green" ta ya too, dearie!ReplyDelete
Didn't realise you have Irishness in your blood as well as Kendalian.ReplyDelete
Go on, go on, go on, spill the genes....!
I was at a meeting with the church ladies who are planning a garden party this summer. They were brainstorming for a theme, and someone suggested "Nationalities" or some such- where everyone should come dressed to represent their ancestry.ReplyDelete
I said I'd just come as a bottle of Ketchup- Heinz 57, as in.
There are many bits of many countries in my veins; I think a good 3/4 can be traced back to the UK, and I wouldn't doubt that there might be a bit of Irish or Welsh in the mix.
One sure thing for me is the 100% Norwegian blood running through mine!ReplyDelete
I know I'm late to this conversation, but your "Welsh/Irish roots" are very faint.ReplyDelete
Your Welsh & Irish connections were born in the 1700's, and I doubt that "Irish" connection was actually Irish, more likely British transplants ... Cassidy, Armstrong and Rogers, from what I remember.
(Can I be the official family genealogist? Or do I have to wait for Auntie Linda to die first?)