Happy St. Patrick's Saturday

A couple of green memories today.

First: I've been crocheting for almost 50 years now.  I don't do as much as I used to, for various reasons,  but I still crochet some, mainly when I am on the road, since my loving spouse does the driving.

I haven't really blogged much about it much, but crochet has been a treasured part of my life.

My Mom wanted to teach me to crochet but rheumatoid arthritis robbed her of her ability to do any needlework by the time I was old enough for her to teach me. Instead, a high school friend taught me, and I've never looked back.

Although my Mom didn't teach me, I still feel a link to my Mom whenever I pick up a hook.

I wanted to share a couple of the projects today. These are both projects I worked on 27 years ago.

I got the afghan pattern from a magazine that no longer exists.

I have no idea where I got the pattern for the Christmas stocking.  But there is a special reason why the stocking has shamrocks on it.

Today, I will be celebrating a special day in my family with a party, including someone's favorite dish - a spinach feta pie. 

My second "green" memory takes me back more than 30 years ago when my spouse and I "homesteaded" in Northwest Arkansas.

On March 17, we would already have been preparing our garden plots.  Seeds would have been ordered, and received. We would have been preparing to plant peas, kale, collards, and spinach.  Our mail-ordered baby chicks would have been in their pen inside our cabin near the wood stove, entertaining us with their antics and growing every day.

Seed potatoes would have gone into the ground on March 17.  Planting potatoes on St. Patrick's Day was a tradition there.

Actually taken on March 13, 2018 but we still hve snow on the ground

But this is what St. Patrick's Day means here in upstate New York.   No green here, except under a blanket of snow.

Still, I'm not complaining.

May the luck of the Irish be with you today, if you celebrate St. Patrick's Day.