If you’ve paid no heed to the calendar, the subject line and image of this post may serve something of a spoiler: today is St. Patrick’s Day (corned beef and cabbage + Irish soda bread I’m coming for you).
Perhaps it anticipation of the festivities, but I spent an inordinate amount of time this week being thankful for little bits of “luck” . . .
My brother and sister-in-law are getting back into drawing and painting . . . which means here and there I receive a text with wonderful works of art.
My brother and sister-in-law, nephew and niece, may very well be coming for a visit this summer. Shenanigans are sure to ensue.
I’ve read some delightful books this year (and yes, I shall expound in the weeks ahead). This may seem a bit odd, seeing how I read all the time; but I seemed to have suffered a bit of a dry spell. Every book read was something of a drudge; I had to force myself to slodge through to the final page. I’d almost forgotten how lovely it is to get lost in a good book.
Pancakes & French Fries is back. I happened upon this blog through a comment, back in the day; it’s been a favorite ever since. It’s what I love about blogging: good people, telling good stories. (PS A Miusmie and Mrs. Smythe, please don’t stop; because then I’ll be forced to write a post about things that bring despair.)
Spring! It rained all night, into the morning yesterday, resulting in the most brilliant, double rainbow. I happened to be in a meeting when I caught sight of it; I gasped mid-sentence and pointed out the window. It led to many a nose plastered against glass; many attempts at a photo. Truly, it was nothing short of spectacular . . . as if God himself came down and said, “Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay.”
With that, I wish you days of good cheer. May joy and peace surround you, contentment latch your door, and happiness be with you now and bless you evermore!