Yesterday, Saturday. . . . . . . . . up early and off downtown for the annual
Raleigh St. Patrick's Day Parade.
Fun for an hour or so then the chilly breeze encouraged us to get moving.
We headed up to the former Dorothea Dix Hospital grounds where I once
worked, now a park overlooking the the city skyline, to view this year's hello to
spring.
This planting of 50,000 daffodils was done by a piece of machinery which digs,
plants the bulbs, covers and tamps the soil back - I could use one of those!
The winding trail is really breathtaking. The golden blooms dance in the
brisk breeze . . . . . . perhaps not quite William Wordsworth's view along the shore
of Ullswater in 1802 as he walked with his sister, but certainly brings his poem
'I wandered lonely as a Cloud' to mind.
We headed up to the former Dorothea Dix Hospital grounds where I once
worked, now a park overlooking the the city skyline, to view this year's hello to
spring.
This planting of 50,000 daffodils was done by a piece of machinery which digs,
plants the bulbs, covers and tamps the soil back - I could use one of those!
The winding trail is really breathtaking. The golden blooms dance in the
brisk breeze . . . . . . perhaps not quite William Wordsworth's view along the shore
of Ullswater in 1802 as he walked with his sister, but certainly brings his poem
'I wandered lonely as a Cloud' to mind.
A fine day to walk and watch a parade. . . . . . . . . here are some glimpses of the
morning when everyone suddenly becomes Irish.
Many special people to thank - musicians, dancers, bands, many whom traveled
some distance to bring us great music (especially the All American Band
of the 82nd Airborne from Fort Bragg, NC). After all, what's parade without bands.
The dogs were amazing, so many breeds trotting along the parade route, including
the huge, calm and dignified Irish Wolfhounds. . . . . . . .along with so many fun
people of all ages who turned out for this lovely morning.
Erin go Bragh - and a happy day to you all.
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