Moss is emerging in our yard like a new nation, making the trees look like a psychedelic Yes album or a Tolkien book. I relocated the remains of the fruit tree to the back, day-dreamed in the hot tub, thought I’d take the day off from blogging, decided against.

Republishing a post from our time in Ireland, four years ago this October. Didn’t understand why I was being talked to about my orange sweater, my orange tie-dye, but now I get it.

Happy Ireland Day.

Categories: Errata

Tags: DPchallenge, Ireland, Memoir, postaday, Saint Patrick, St. Patricks Day, travel