I am not Irish and as far as I know do not have any Irish blood in me, but I still like to acknowledge the holiday. The closest I get to being Irish is I’m short like a Leprechaun, and I like to party. I like to dance, or attempt to, but not the Irish jig or river dance or such.
I also like pots of gold and rainbows. Once hubby, friends and I saw a rainbow that began in our back yard and ended across the street in front of our house. This is a true story. I ran out to see if there was a pot of gold, but alas, not to be. I think the leprechaun saw me coming and ran away with it. I’m still looking for it though.
As you know I love the color green as I blogged in It’s Good to Be Green. Which brings me to green beer. I personally do not like beer and green beer just doesn’t look appealing but I suppose, if you’re Irish, green is good no matter what it is.
I also like to look for and collect four-leaf clovers. One weekend, while we were at Camp Liberty, I found a total of fifteen (15) four-leaf clovers in our yard. Talk about the “luck of the French”, I mean Irish, but I’m not Irish!? I’ll post pictures of them later. Hoping to find more now that the grass and clover is growing again.