I don’t know your names
I don’t know your stories
I feel the call to know you
But know not what to say
Journeying through eons past
Without a guide
Without a map
Back beyond years of conversion
To my true history
Yeah…I’m late with posting this. I was too busy actually enjoying St. Pat’s to blog about what I was doing. Then Monday came with some potential good news. Tuesday was a hockey game. Wednesday was a hockey player meet-and-greet. So, four days later, I’m posting. Oh well.
Saturday, we drove to Downtown Raleigh and enjoyed the St. Patty’s parade. It was a beautiful afternoon, the skies cleared just as the parade began. A lot of venders hawking business cards or giving away candy. A drummer in a kilt mooned a police officer on a motorcycle. One of the Celtic bands was marching before what I can only assume to be the coalition of motorcycle officers from around the area. One of the cops playfully rode between the last row of pipers and the drummer. The drummer stumbled a bit, flipped up his kilt, and titled out his backside.
Listening to pipers and watching jiggers is always my favorite way of celebrating my heritage.
We had corned beef, potatoes, and carrots for dinner. I would have preferred lamb but 1) lamb is really expensive in my area and 2) my in-laws were in town they don’t like lamb. So, we didn’t have a traditional Irish feast but we did have an Irish-American feast and that’s good enough I think.
Sunday was the big day! Hubby and I both wanted to take a nature hike and recommit ourselves to Mother Nature, as we do every Spring. We got to Crabtree County Park shortly before 1:00 and hiked the Lake Trail. We packed a lunch and a bottle of water with us and began the 6 mile loop. Granted, we didn’t know it was 6 miles until we finished. And we didn’t set out to take on such a feat. But once we were half way through, we didn’t want to go back! With the break to have our picnic and another break later in our hike, our time in the woods totaled 4 hours. One of the best 4 hours I’ve ever spent. The only thing I would change about the day: more thickets. I was able to find a place to make my own mommy-to-be rest stop along the way but only that one time. After a while the need to pee took over the joy of being in nature. Once we arrived at the boat house and were able to release and continue, the love of the woods took over again. Many times along the way, I stopped and enjoyed the spiritual moments I so often find in the woods. We saw a number of sparrows, finches, cardinals, blue jays, and robins. Hubby got a great picture of a crane. And we crossed paths with [what we think is] a Northern Black Racer Snake.
Yes, we saw a snake on St. Patty’s Day.