When I was a wee school girl, wearing green on St. Patrick's Day was a requirement. Irish or not, if green was not worn, you were sure to get pinched all day or take the dreaded smear of green paint across your face to save yourself from the incessant pinching. I never knew which was worse: the pinching or the paint. I guess I had some of that famous Irish luck because my mother always made sure I wore green. In fact she reminded me to wear green this year too. She's not even Irish!
This year I spent my St Patrick's Day with real Irish people! I mean, really, born there and everything! What a thrill! That is until I found out how Irish people entertain themselves on St. Patrick's Day.
No green apparel. No pinching. (that was good) No parades and, seriously, no green beer! No, instead they throw a Pick Up Our Garden Rocks Event. WHAT???? True, I kid not. And I have the photos to prove it!
Look at what we were picking up!
Brian began his rock picking up with some sort of dance.Must be an Irish tradition.
Robin carefully raked.
I think I may have heard him hum Danny Boy.
Look at the crew! Nearly done!
Irish Stew?
As always, I wore green today.
But
next year
I'll drink green beer.
3 comments:
Work. Then meat. I always miss out, Ma. Why?
I think I'd rather take the green paint.
It must have been a rockin' day! Why didn't Mom remind me? I am the forgetful one and I did forget. Thank goodness our school colors are green and white. I wore my key "necklace" all day - Proctor Rails in green with white lettering. Made do. As usual. -You know who
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