st. patty's day

The best holiday traditions are the ones brought from your childhood and carried on without even realizing it. My mother always filled our house with clovers sold at grocery stores for St. Patty's Day. I remember her telling me that they are the best plants to have because they're Irish, and because if you forget about them they always spring back once soaked in water. There were always plants soaking in the sink growing up (more so because my mom was avoiding water spills and less because they were forgotten about - either way, it is a fond memory). But she was right, they always come back. And really, isn't that what this season is all about.

I asked Parker if he wanted to help pot my new plants. He said "sure mom" and then casually tossed one of the plants into my favorite green pot. He then spent the next half hour rearranging the plants in different pots and making sure they looked their best.

I wanted to make something Irish-y for dinner so I pulled together potato soup with bacon and a simple spice cake. I harnessed my mom's Irish ways as I made up the recipe and threw in what we had. It tasted good; even Parker ate his dinner. It was a joyful day.

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