Saint Patrick’s Day
This year, March has five Fridays, four
Saturdays, and five Sundays. This only happens once every 25 years, and is
called “Irish Pot of Gold Day.” That means you will be 25 times more likely to
find a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. You don’t have to be Irish to find a
pot of gold, but you do have to look very carefully at the bottom of a rainbow.
On
Saint Paddy’s Day, green is King. You know the routine, get out and about and
be seen in green. Dressed in green Mother Nature is seen. She dips her brushes
into her paint pots and spreads her lovely shades of green plentifully over the
mountains, hillsides and valleys. The little birds fly about and sing sweetly
to all of the children. It’s spring once again. The air is filled with laughter;
the buttercups and scarlet combine are coming up, in the sunny meadows where the
dandelions shine. It’s enough to make everyone feel jolly and gay.
Saint
Paddy is a day for releasing inhibitions, for laughing, and for having fun
along with the little Irish leprechauns. Of course, there are leprechauns. They
were created long ago when people first began to believe in those sorts of
things. You never saw a leprechaun? Well, how could you? They come out very late
on starry nights. They live in colorful flower cups, dance on rose buds, and
are so small you can hardly see then at first. But then as your eyes adjust to
the moonlight, you will see tiny people with little green jackets and red hats with
white owl feathers in their head band, and the frogs, you will notice, are
dressed in green. You can hear them. They are the leprechaun’s watchdogs,
croaking all night, music clear and sweet, and you feel very fortunate if you
have been part of all of this.
Dress in the morn wear something green to
avoid getting pinched. Be sure and add a trinket or two so you won't look
ordinary. Eat lots of corn beef and cabbage so as to give a touch of gas to the
air.
Do you have to be Irish to enjoy a game
of Irish cricket? No! No more than you have to be a rabbit to enjoy Easter. The
Irish have cultivated a reputation for irreverence and a history of picking
fights with the big guys. They have a remarkable ability to take on, the world
elite cricket nations and win. The outcomes spark frenzied celebrations. Did
you not know that not very long ago their National Cricket Cloverleaf’s team kicked
England in the teeth, sheer shock. It was the best game ever.
You’ve heard of Ben Franklin, I’m sure, and
his experiment with electricity using a kite, and the boy who flew the kite
across Niagara Falls started the begging of a massive bridge. There’ll be kites
over the roof tops the sun warming children’s faces on St Paddy’s Day, with children
and dads flying kites buffeted by the
blustery wind in parks all around town. The kids will be out and about,
carrying kites with fluttery tails, crafted from newspaper, plastic, or balsa
wood. The kites you’ll see rise in the air like a birds on the wing. Dad’s and
leprechauns can to anything.
And don’t forget you are 25 times more
likely to find your pot of gold where you wouldn’t expect it, at the end of a
rainbow.
Wishing
you all my blarney love and a happy St. Patrick Day.
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
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stories please go to: w.w.w.karlwallaceblog.blogspot.com
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