In celebration of St. Patrick's season, a tall, skinny Leprechaun has come to live on the buffet in our sunroom. He’s winking, because he thinks he has spotted the pot of gold.
He travels through the forest of St. Patrick’s trees.
He passes the cottage in the dale, and
a pretty little Irish lass.
I’m glad he ignored MY pot of gold. I would have hated to have to fight him. I take my chocolate mints very seriously.
Look! He found the pot o’ gold. It’s in my mother’s green glass toothpick holder.
That sure is a lucky leprechaun! Not only did he find the pot of gold, he avoided a fight with me. I told him that I know karate (s-h-h-h, don’t tell him I was only kidding). He ran away in fear, without even glancing at my chocolate candy.
Don’t forget Cuisine Kathleen’s annual St. Patrick’s Blog Crawl on March 12th.
Today, I am thankful that we still have electricity, since we are in the middle of an ice storm.
It is so nice of you to visit my blog. laurie
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