St. Paddy’s Day

My folks and I would call each other on St. Patrick’s Day and invariably ask, “Can you smell the brisket?” The answer was always, “Yes!” Our general contractor on the Island updated me on obtaining a second bid for the west drive this morning, and greeted me in Gaelic, as he is Irish. He reminded me to make soda bread for dinner. I cannot recall the last time I made soda bread. It went away with gluten over 20-years ago. I have a GF loaf in the oven, and it smells incredible. And this evening my sweet DH put on Irish ballads/folk music. My mom Loved this music and sang it spontaneously my whole life, even when she had dementia, until she passed. So I’m sitting feeling wrapped up in a cauldron of delicious smells, familiar words and melody, nostalgic and weepy. I miss my folks, and am having all the feels right now 🍀 💚 .