Just as we have Mardi Gras, we have adopted St. Patrick's Day as our own. The chef experiments every year with the beef dish, and this year is corning his own beef. Every year we have a fire, though this year we will borrow a pit because our yard isn't as safe as the last one. We lost the boat we had used as a relaxing wading pool to the sun's harsh rays, cracking the plastic and rendering it useless, and we may not find a suitable replacement. We play
State of Grace,
Darby O'Gill and the Little People, and a new one last year,
An Everlasting Piece as our tribute to Irish immigrants, Irish lore, and present-day conflict of Catholics and Protestants. We also throw things. Horseshoes, bocce ball, and things that are sharp, like spikes and axes. We tried out our new target board this afternoon after a day of prepping the backyard for festivities.
The chef-photographer-weapons expert left these for me to photograph. My eyes ill-able to adjust to the shade after working in the sun, I took the shot and didn't try to play with getting a "good" one.
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If you read this, you're invited. Tuesday, anytime between noon and midnight. Eat, throw things, drink and be merry.
The chef-photographer-weapons expert left these for me to photograph. My eyes ill-able to adjust to the shade after working in the sun, I took the shot and didn't try to play with getting a "good" one.
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