The first time I saw Ireland, homeland of some of the ancestors, I was on a ferry coming in from England. It was a foggy day.
Suddenly, the fog parted and there it was. Forty shades of the most incredible, deep, complex green you've ever seen. I picked up a rock from a stream once I got there, and even the rock was layered with ancient green.
In honor of St. Paddy's day, I present for Housecalls readers my favorite Irish song, Bonny Portmore. It's about an Irish tree . . . not Scottish Highlanders.
