My Irish roots go back to my grandmother, Bonita Jennings Strosser. She was the youngest of the Jennings brood, and her family moved to western Pa., from Ireland. I cherish her stories to this day, and I have a love of many things Irish.
The McDonald’s Shamrock Shake isn’t one of them, but it is such sign of St. Patrick’s Day, I almost want one. It will disappear in a few weeks. The beauty of a shamrock plant, something I do love, lasts a long time. Last year, after giving blood, I received a tiny shamrock plant and it flourished. I repotted it about three times and put it outside during the summer. The leaves were huge and the delicate white flowers never stopped blooming. I’m not bragging here. I usually don’t do well with indoor plants. So the shamrock must have had a bit of luck and perfect light at our home. In the fall, I forgot to put my green friend into a bigger pot, and it met its demise. I tried to revive it, but no luck.
I’m going to get another one and pay a little closer attention to it this year because it’s a beautiful reminder of my family’s Irish heritage. So is Celtic jewelry, Irish dancing, bagpipes, corned beef and cabbage and green beer, which is a nice complement to all things Irish. Just as the shamrock shake returns every year, I’m going to buy a new plant. And I’m wearing green — about the only thing my kids cherish about the bit of Irish heritage they have. Maybe someday they’ll appreciate it. Enjoy the holiday this weekend. Everyone is Irish for a day!