Christmas. New Years Day. Spring Solstice. Lent.
Easter. Midsummer Day. First leaf fall. First fall of snow.
Way markers of the passing year.
As the shadows lengthen, as they do for us all, you appreciate all the more the opportunity to celebrate with those dear to you now and remember those vanished like the melting snow so dear in the memory.
Each new feast chiming with all those that have gone before in the quickening parade of our lives.
If you are Irish, or of Irish stock, St Patrick’s Day is a true red letter day.
On my twitter account (@thomhickey55 – sign up now if you’re not signed up already!) I describe myself, among other things, as, ‘Almost Irish’.
That’s because though I was not born in Ireland both my parents and all my forebears were.
So, I unhesitatingly believe that whatever literary or rhetorical gifts I possess are drawn…
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