Happy St. Patrick’s Day
from someone with more than a drop of Irish blood in her veins!
No shamrocks around here, true.
I was sad yesterday morning, because I thought a long-time tradition on my part was not going to come to fruition this year. Always on St. Patrick’s Day, I’ve been able to find a three-leaf something (sorrel, as above, or clover) despite the fact that the middle of March is the earliest of spring here. But this year, the ground was still frozen hard and I had not seen anything green yet, except that which was still green when the snow fell (due to our mild October & early November before the big freeze).
But yesterday afternoon, wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles:
not only was the sorrel above tucked up close to the foundation (sorrel being nominally a weed where it is in my garden, and probably falling into that “went under the snow still green” category), but I found
I’ve been looking for my crocuses, usually the first flowers up, but perhaps due to some vagary of the snowmelt in my garden, these are up first this year.
And Saturday, I saw my first robins. It’s true — spring really is arriving!
We will blithely ignore the fact that there was a dusting of snow on my car this morning, and the dreaded “wintry mix” predicted for today. Hey, I’m good at denial, you know that. The current weather doesn’t change the fact that I have real live Daffodils coming up!