Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

The leprechauns visited last night, just like we knew they would. Lucas had made them a lovely green house and Daddy made a beautiful rainbow walkway for them—it’s glass with gold glitter glue for mortar. We set out little dishes of apples, honey, and a shamrock cookie last night, right before bedtime.

This morning, we found green shamrocks and gold dust everywhere! I guess they liked our little offerings because Lucas and Asher each got an Irish blessing as a gift—little ceramic plaques with blessings to hang on their walls.

"May your pockets be heavy
and your heart light,
May good luck pursue you
each morning and night."

"May good luck be with you
wherever you go
and your blessings outnumber
the shamrocks that grow."

The little guys decorated our breakfast table with gold and shamrocks, which was very pretty. But the tricky cobblers also left tiny green footprints all over my nice white tablecloth! I suspect we got off easy, though. I hear they can do really nasty things if you aren’t nice to them!


Now we have a whole lot of gold dust to sweep up and put in a jar for safekeeping till we need it.

Blessings on you and yours, whether you’re Irish or not!

One Response to “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”

  • kimkimkaree
    March 18, 2009 at 3:57 am

    Wow. Who knew St. Patty’s could be so exciting? I wish I’d had a mom like you.


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