Ye lads and lassies…
It’s The Green Day. March 17th. The Feast of St. Patrick. The day when everyone is Irish.
What does The Green Day conjure up in my mind?
- Corned beef and cabbage, or “boiled dinner” as my German parents called this dish. It’s a favorite once-a-year treat and I’m trying to figure out where I’m going to go to get me some for dinner.
- Green beer and a green river in Chicago. “No” to the green beer and “some day” to the green river.
- Talking Irish by putting an O’ in front of everything. Which reminds me of a time when the former husband used to get a mailing addressed to Harry (his first name is Larry) O’_ _ _ _ _ _ _. Not sure how an Englishman ended up with an Irish name, but it always gave me a giggle or two.
- Little leprechauns, rainbows, a pot of gold and marshmallow cereal. The latter is magically delicious.
- Four-leaf clovers. I’ve never found one and that’s probably why I’m not a millionaire.
- Claddagh earrings, of which I have a pair and wear once a year when I go in search of corned beef and cabbage.
- March 17th is also the day when I think of green grass and spring and wonder when both will be present. This weekend is shaping up to be warm and sunny, so those thoughts will be in full swing.
What happens to The Green Day the rest of the year?
It hides in the shadows of hues and tints, palettes and shades. It’s in the banana that hasn’t ripened. It’s the water bottle within arm’s reach. It’s in the plate of kale, spinach, chard and other assorted rabbit food. Green is the color of the diesel gas pump at Costco. It’s the color of clothes in someone else’s closet or ogres on the TV screen. It’s the grass that’s waiting to sprout and the tree buds that are waiting to open. Green is Kermit the frog and key lime pie and artists’ pencils. A ripe kiwi, a pair of shoes, a summer dress, a manly tie and mint ice cream. Green is tree moss and perfectly manicured grass on a golf course. Green is the envy of the Jones’ neighbor and the stuff that floats around the lake during the dog days of summer.
Green is everywhere, every day, all year long.
Today, however, is St. Patrick’s Day.
It’s the greenest day of the year. Time to embrace the inner Irish and go eat a hunk of corned beef. Or drink a shamrock shake. Or put on your favorite green shirt and call yourself Harry (or Fiona) O’Something.
And dance a jig for cereal’s sake.
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