Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Tonight I am preparing an authentic Irish dinner,
(minus the corned beef, since we don't like meat around here).
Watercress salad, Irish veggie stew, Irish soda bread,
and we mustn't forget the ginger ale!
Jane will never let me forget the St. Patrick's day in the Lazona home
(just months before the accident) when some naughty leprechauns
(probably with orange hair)
changed our tofu and rice green. Yikes! She was amazed and shocked!
I will surprise her again and make the Irish soda bread green.
I can hardly wait to hear her squeal and shriek!
Out my window right now, I see Ollie yelling really loud at Nicholas.
His hands waving madly in the air,
and I predict someone will come into the kitchen crying.
I love these early spring evenings when the weather can't decide.
It is supposed to rain tonight with some wind,
and it will probably snow a few more times before
we can pull out the Adirondack chairs.
Utah's unpredictable weather used to bug me when I was a little girl,
but now I see the wisdom and the
beauty in the change of seasons and the process it goes through.
I feel like the weather sometimes feeling and getting better until WHAM!
One day something changes, and I feel like I'm back
where I started, and it's frustrating. But it won't last like the snow in May;
it won't last because spring is
unstoppable. I want to be unstoppable, too.
I just told my children about how the Chicago River turns green for St. Patrick's day.
They are so excited to see it on the news because they don't believe me.
They think it's an impossible task.
They think that someone will be over the bridge with about a billion small green
McCormick food coloring bottles squirting color in the water below.
That was a funny image.
