St Patty’s day, for me, was a weekend of great turmoil, the beginning.
Things had been horrible for some time before this particular weekend. A holiday I never truly celebrated then five years ago it became an ill anniversary of sorts, the words are slowly fading into the darkness.
It seems this memory will stick with the holiday.
So I spend it sowing seeds and planning the gardens. Cleaning and prepping for more, for change, for spring.

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