Looking Over My Favorite Clover(s)

On this St. Patrick's Day I give you an

ODE TO A CLOVER

This is my long suffering, most forgiving shamrock.

I have been raising and nuturing

it since before any of my children were born.

I got it as an offshoot from my mom's plant which

I believe she got from her

gardening next-door-neighbor extraordinaire Kay.

So it's like always having a part of my mom with me.

Grandma Ann took good care of it for us when we moved

to Thailand for three years, and it now lives out its days

contentedly in our part sun/part shade courtyard.

As mentioned before it receives no special treatment,

and some times it looks better than other times.

Every night it closes up its flowers and lowers its

droopy leaves, but every morning it is there to

greet us with open arms when we wake up.

Also there to greet us this St. Patrick's Day morning:

(the milk is green, can't you tell?)

Shamrocks

(my "Irish" twins and my fraternal twins)

Harriet's shamrock socks

The spirit of St. Patrick -

Jack with his red hair, freckles, and green tongue

Bonus video:

The kids were playing out front after I made them

pose by the shamrock - Jack performs on the pogo stick

notice how "green" our neighborhood is! especially because

it's trash day!

Green was also "the" color at the elementary school today:

Harriet hangs with her crowd

while Jack shoots some hoops

Happy St. Patrick's Day!