Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Another year, another winter coming to a close. The New England boiled dinner, our traditional St. Patrick’s meal served with freshly baked loaves of Irish soda bread slathered with freshly made butter, is simmering on the stove, sending a sweet fragrance of cabbage, carrots, potatoes, and parsnips to every corner of my cozy, warm home. The children have settled down, exhausted, after spending hours sledding in the newly fallen 18-inches of snow. Probably, maybe, possibly, that will be the last storm of the season, sad to say. I enjoyed every minute of it knowing we would be housebound today, no sense of urgency to have to do anything other than sledding, shoveling, and enjoying each other’s company. I was going to write a new entry for St. Patrick’s Day but decided that last year’s blog, devoted to shedding a bit of light on the real St. Patrick is still a great message for today.

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