At twilight of St. Patrick Day's Eve-- the trees hold roosting birds, nesting squirrels and the raccoons climb down the redwoods in search of tidbits, skunks eat at the cat dish. The moon is a bright sliver of light above your head. Pull out your old lamp, slip on your gardening gloves, quietly open the door and go out in the arriving night's air. Plant Sweet Pea seeds in the soft, cool earth. If you truly believe as we do, you will see the flowers enhanced by the power of this Irish Saint, St. Patrick. Long about May you will be the recipient of magic as you gaze at abundant blooms and your senses inhale heavenly perfume.
Aye' the blessings of being a good Christian Cat-Living me young life at a place such as Sparklewood and following the ancient ways of Ole' Wood and Wee Woman ( MaaMaa).
Purrs, Tankene Ice Mist