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Tuesday
Mar182008

Going green

Boston St. Paddy's parade, photo via flickr

If you're going to celebrate St. Patrick's Day somewhere besides the Emerald country itself, Boston is the place. (Quite possibly this is why Greg yesterday oddly advised the missionaries to go drink a green beer today. Or he's trolling for a release...? They laughed nervously.) Everybody claims Irishness today.

But I, must say, Maddy looks the very part today (just as green as last year) especially with her redbrown hair and green eyes (and lots of green bling):

Lastly & semi-related, maybe this would be a good day to add this favorite:

Postscript
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,

In September or October, when the wind

And the light are working off each other

So that the ocean on one side is wild

With foam and glitter, and inland among stones

The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit

By the earthed lightening of a flock of swans,

Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads

Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.

Useless to think you’ll park and capture it

More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways

And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
~Seamus Heaney

My related Irish blessing: May your heart be blown open.
But in a painless, pleasant way.


last two photos courtesy of Lauren & her Ireland trip

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Reader Comments (5)

Goes pictures of Ireland are incredible. How lucky that you get to live in Boston!

03.18.2008 | Unregistered CommenterJessica

Ahhhh, St. Paddy's in Boston. Where the drinking starts at noon, noon the day BEFORE St. Paddy's. I wore my green chinos today in remembrance.

03.18.2008 | Unregistered CommenterEmily

I always wish I was Irish - moreso when we lived in Boston and everyone WAS Irish. Something about them just calls to me.

LOVE those pictures from Lauren's trip. How jealous am I? I am GREEN with envy.

Ha ha, I kill meeself.

03.18.2008 | Unregistered CommenterChristie

Yes, I can always count on your site for beautiful pics. Boston and St. Patrick's day.....its a wonder they don't have it a school and work holiday.

03.18.2008 | Unregistered CommenterBridget

I had just read the Seamus Heaney poem the night before, and I do love it. And I do wish I could be driving those narrow, winding roads and catching a glimpse of the greens and the sheep whose sides are painted with one bright colored spot, to keep them identified with the proper owner. And sure, I would love a chin wag (chat)with Sue and her neighbors in Eyeries. Thanks for the photos! Love you, Ma

03.20.2008 | Unregistered CommenterAnonymous

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