Hurry, spring.

Spring can’t get here soon enough.

Happy St Patrick’s Day to all! Admittedly, I did not grow up with any kind of celebration of green and pots o’ gold, being of hearty German ancestry. Look at my family tree and see only the likes of Schwarzwalder (the name I grew up with), Groneman, Ruegge, Schroeder, and Braemer. My best friend and next-door neighbor, Inge, was straight off the boat from Marburg, Germany, arriving here at about age 9. (And being the smart girl she was, learned English so fast it made my head swim.) I had lots of German food, my home town was heavily populated with Germans, and my Lutheran church offered a Sunday service in full German when I was but a wee lass.

And, yet, except for a day in Munich and some cruise time on a Bavarian river, I’ve yet to spend quality time in Germany. It’s on my bucket list. I have a huge desire to visit the wall and spend time in Berlin.

BUT….I spent a week in Ireland last year. That must count for something, huh?

And I loved Every Stinkin’ Moment.