Green is my favorite color. Always has been. Even though I wear a lot of blues and greys and black and even browns, I still prefer green. I don't know why I don't have more green clothes, but I don't.
I have green eyes. Well, actually, hazel, but the green is the predominant color. When I wear dark colors, and, of course, green, the green pops. Maybe that is why I like green so much?
Green is the color of money, grass, go-lights, frogs, moss, some seas, emeralds, cucumbers, olives, young bananas, young people, on and on. It is overall I pretty obiquitous color. Yet on this day, Saint Patrick's Day, it pops out everywhere. I don't know about you, but my eyes focus and catch on everything green. That is why I want to go to the Emerald City someday I suppose. I love green.
On top of that, I am Irish. Although I discovered on my one trip to Ireland in 2000 that my father's father's father came to Ireland from Scotland as a mercenary to Donegal, I still claim my Irish heritage. The luck of the Irish generally applies to me. And I love potatoes, not, of course, when they are green.
So the corned beef is in the crock pot. The red potatoes and carrots are ready to be tossed in. Irish soda bread sits on the counter and Bailey's Irish Cream is waiting in the fridge. There is even a spot of Irish whiskey waiting to toast with erin go braugh.
An Old Irish Blessing
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
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