Green Day

Green, green, green everywhere. There’s the green eyed goblin of jealousy, or environmentally green, but today’s shade of green is St. Patrick’s Day. Culturally, people who don’t even know where Ireland is on a map and think a shamrock is a type of stone, wear green clothes, shoes and other accessories on this day. Map and botanical skills notwithstanding, my immediate heritage has no trace of Irish, but I, too, join in the green day.

My favorite green, particularly for this day, is the ever increasing green of spring. I’m outside gazing on budding trees and green patches of grass filling in a field. Birds are singing, surely a song celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, or at the very least of the immanent arrival of spring. A nice addition to it all comes as I can hear echoes of children at play in this cacophony of sounds and sights.

Still it gets better. In just a short while I’ll spin around the neighborhood for five miles or so. I can’t wait to smell the cherry blossoms along the route and to enjoy the 72 degrees forecasted for the afternoon.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.

Tom