The wearin' of the green

No dancin in the streets and St. Patrick's Day parades out here today. Rain is falling like snow. The weather map is in the spirit of things though except for the bits of wee yella which are there just to remind us that the Irish are long suffering.

Ocean is up to 8 foot breakers now and the Nor'east wind is a brisk 30 with gusts to 60 knots expected this afternoon.

So I'll put on some music and later, after coffee, some toasted soda bread and I put the corned beef on to simmer and house smells like, well, corned beef, I'll visit ye gan un speak the talk of poets.