Saint Patrick Would Have Refused to Eat This

With jubilation, the girls watched and helped John prepare a St. Patrick's Day breakfast. Green potatoes! Annie took nearly fifty unappealing pictures of the feast, and the one I feature here is the least offensive. (To John's credit, he makes Green taste delicious.)




The day was bright and beautiful-- our balm before Winter woke again with 6+ inches. For luck, here is a squint-eyed bonny lass, who has not a speck of the Éireannaigh about her (unless John's Gypsy forefathers sailed to the Emerald Isle).