My walking buds are off jiggity jigging around Ireland this week, visiting castles and kissing leprechauns under rainbows. The closest I can get is a rainy Sunday walk at
Connemara Nature Preserve just north of my home. We all have our own pot-of-gold experiences, and I felt enriched by my little adventure.
Except for one jogger
who was not Fred Astaire, I had the meadow to myself. And I will share my gold with you.
And where is Glocca Morra? How are things
there? Please send a picture postcard.
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| Sunflower in a drizzle |
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| Buffalo gourd blossoms vivid in the rain |
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| Catching rainwater, a pot of gold! |
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| This leprechaun defies identification |
I love this golden beauty, but it doesn't seem to match my initial partridge pea ID. Please comment with your ideas.
© 2014 Nancy L. Ruder
2 comments:
Finian's Rainbow--that was a big one in our family.
Oh, lovely and wonderful.
So far, none of my sweet peas have returned. I thought they were perennial. Maybe next year!!
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