blarney
March 17, 2015 § 4 Comments
Years ago, when my daughter was young enough to be passionately invested in a pristine pair of starched white socks, I accidentally washed them into an unexpected shade of green. Eager to distract my daughter’s disappointment, I suggested it may have been a leprechaun up to a bit of mischief for St. Patrick’s Day.
This morning my daughter began her search for evidence of shenanigans. A silly sabotage to favorite socks has inspired a series of traditions that are now hallmarks of our holidays with a promise of playful pageantry. Easter bunny “accidents” on the stairway, a curious confectionary mess, and April Fool’s meals made into mistaken menus, savory turned sweet and once visa versa.
Today, as I shuffle green pencils in place of our trusty yellow number 2’s, I am thinking of the sweetness of these early years; playful accidents of good fortune that permit us all to linger a little longer in poppycock and blarney.
scribblechic 
LOL–been there, literally and, yes, kissed the stone a LOOOOONG time ago. Just yesterday, in the wake of a major winter storm, my wife and I decided the time was right to make a snowman (in our case snow-woman). We named her Sheilagh for Sheilagh’s brush, a winter storm that hits St. John’s in or around St. Patrick’s day. You’re never too old for a bit of tom-foolery 🙂
May you build many more snow people together for many more winters to come. For now I wish you sunshine.
Lovely
Thank you!