The kids built leprechaun traps as has been the tradition for the last few years.  No little people were fooled, however, and escaped to play tricks in other homes. 

As the rains continue, the ice and snow are gradually retreating, but there are still patches that just won't give up.  Fortunately, the cheeriness of the dogwoods overrides the muddy fields and patches of snow.  I guess expecting it will be warm and sunny for the first day of spring would be asking too much. 

Dyeing silk was on tap today.  Photos will be forthcoming.  The glimmer of silk helps take the edge off a grey day.

I am compelled to leave you with an Irish thought, one that my Mom and I came upon while spending a day together last week:

"The Irishman has an abiding sense of Tragedy that sees him through temporary moments of Joy." 

(And if the gloom doesn't let up soon, I fear I will succumb to this sentiment.)

Peace & Love,

Liz