When i think of Ireland…

We went there, before we were married.

I remember thinking I had ‘come home’.

The people….the countryside all felt familiar and comfortable, beautiful…and home.

We just rented a car. And drove and drove around the country…on the opposite side of the road.

Stopped in at this pub  which was my name at the time…not the Jimmy, but the Burke

I was in love with the thatched roofs…

we talked about moving there.

and the GREEN…everywhere

 

Beautiful sheep and horses in winter coats

We wandered into an artists studio in the green countryside

she invited us in with tea….and said in her Irish brogue ….

that we would have many children,because of the color she saw around us. Whaaat?

We bought a big pastel of hers…It is in our bedroom.

Next to pictures of our  children.

Yep. She was so right.

Seeps into ones soul, that beautiful country.

 

May the Irish hills caress you.May her lakes and rivers bless you.May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
~Irish Blessing