My hair is red, my face has freckles and my name is Kelly…
Is it any wonder I have a bit of Ireland etched in my heart, mind & soul?
If the hair, face & name wasn’t enough, my grandma, Sally McDonnell Clifford, made sure being Irish was part of me.
Feisty, independent Grandma Sally loved family, worked hard, threw lots of parties & had those shining Irish eyes.
Being Irish meant so much to my Grandma that when she passed the road to the church for her service was painted with a green line.
The green line, just like the one painted in NYC for the famous St. Patrick’s Day Parade, was courtesy of my Dad. After church the line led to a hall where we had a big party just like she would have wanted.
Sally and my Dad gave me Irish roots.
When I roamed, as a wild Irish Rose is wont to do, I traveled to the fair Isle to see for myself.
A summer “studying” at Trinity College in Dublin sealed the sights, smells & lore that is Ireland in my heart, mind & soul forever. (these pics are little b/c they are scans of photos taken with film years ago – that is me in the field!)
Here is a bit of Ireland for you to share in today.
Bake my soda bread. Click here for the easy recipe. I made a few extra for our neighbors, but I could eat them all myself!
Tour an Irish Cottage Garden. This lovely tour via Gardenista gives you all the details you need to get the look for your own home & garden.
Follow my St. Patrick’s Day Pinterest Board.
Listen to the haunting strains of the fiddle & pipes.
This last photo my Mom captured on a trip to Ireland. Love the blue door & the invitation to come in…
May you always have…
Walls for the winds
A roof for the rain
Tea beside the fire
Laughter to cheer you
Those you love near you
And all your heart might desire
** Kelly **