Our son Simon is allergic to pet hair. It's a shame because I always had pets. First there was Midnight, a true mutt of a dog. I remember when all four of us kids piled into the family station wagon and brought her home. Her jumping and barking terrified me! Her first morning in the house I walked only on chairs while in the kitchen so she couldn't get me. That fear soon passed and she became a solid member of our family. She followed us to our friends' houses and more than once we had to leave school to take her home after she had been discovered wandering the corridors. . again.
Simon would love nothing more than a pet. He is very soft-hearted about the neighbourhood animals and gets very concerned if he feels that Marshmallow or Clive Bunny aren't being treated right by their owners. But for now, we have pictures of animals, and they will have to do.
I'm not sure I know how I feel about starting a blog. I already spend
too much time in front of the computer but I suppose since I'm here
anyway I might as well give it a go. I'm enjoying reading my cousin's
blog so much. It seems like a nice way to keep in touch with distant
friends and relatives.
Today was a beautiful, sunny spring day here in Belfast. Spring
officially begins on February 1st, St Brigid's Day, in Ireland. I have
dwarf iris blooming in pots which seems ridiculous, but it has been
a very mild winter. So, in honor of St Brigid, here is a St. Brigid's Cross.
On St Brigid's Day people gather rushes and weave them into these
patterns. They are then placed in the home over doorways to ward off
evil and bring good luck. The rushes slowly dry and turn from bright,
pliable green to dried brown.
