So, I had every intention of making my famous IRISH green cookies this year with my little cookie partner and grandson Reece, but plans got changed. Instead, we were welcoming our new little granddaughter Eden on the 15th to her new world. By Friday the 17th, we were a little busy with keeping her big brother for a few days here on the farm, while parents and new baby settled in at home a few hours away. The cookies didn't get made - yet.
But March is Spring, and it's Irish, and it's St. Patricks Day all month long. So, here I will post a toast to being IRISH, according to my family's DNA!
WHAT SHALL I SAY ABOUT THE IRISH?
The utterly impractical, never predictable,
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.
Strange blend of shyness, pride and conceit,
and stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He’s spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest, to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground on which he will stand.
He’s wild and he’s gentle; he’s good and he’s bad.
He’s proud and he’s humble; he’s happy and sad.
He’s in love with the ocean, the earth and the skies.
He’s enamored with beauty wherever it lies.
He’s victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he’s Irish ~ in love with his God!
