it's not easy being green...

ah, st. patrick's day...when everyone is irish...when it rains beer down fifth avenue (well actually the day before this year, but i digress)...when everyone raids their closets for something green...i hate to admit it but most shades of green are not in my "color wheel"...i can pull off one or two...although they look better when i am tan...and not this tired shade of late winter...actually, for me one of the most joyous things about march 17th is that once you get over your hangover on the 18th you are two days away from spring!...but we all know that it's only a date on the march calendar...one that mother nature surely ignores...and yet, our cat, donut, is hopeful...gazing out the windows...waiting for the birds and their return...basking in the late-day sun...department stores, still reeling from yet another dismal season, tempt us with a rainbow of color as spring, and almost summer, clothing stare at us from every window display and circular...as we shiver in the artic march winds...spring is coming...and so is the easter bunny...who will no doubt hop a little faster so his cottontail doesn't freeze...and moses...miriam and aaron might want to hand him a north face coat this year...but that, as they say, is another story...this weekend i think of an old irish blessing, "may the road rise to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. may the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall soft upon your fields. and until we meet again, may G-d hold you in the palm of his hand"...