Here's to Annabelle O'Leary!

Patty:  I am not a Saint, but I am a Patty and I am sort of Happy today.  Not entirely; just sorta.  And, even though my ancestry is primarily European, I do have one great-great-grandmother whose name was Annabelle O'Leary, a distinctly Irish moniker.  I never met her nor have I ever met any Irish relatives, so I don't know why St. Patrick's Day has become a drinking holiday.  I might devote a little thought to that today . . . maybe.

This is a pile o' wood from our beloved Mulberry Tree that split in half during the twin snow storms last month.  Look at the color of that wood!  It's like honey!  There's another pile about twenty feet away:  a walnut tree.  The wood of that tree is the color of milk chocolate.  I have a very yummy yard at present!

I have been apprised of a general misunderstanding about our blog.  Pattyskypants is me, the human furless one.  Bhu is gloriously furry Himalayan kitteh in the photo up top.  Most often I speak for him because, well, frankly he's too lazy to lift his head and speak during his all too frequent naps.  Also, he's rather terse (if ya hadn't noticed)  I try to indicate when I'm speaking (Patty:) and when he is speaking (Bhu:), but I guess it is a bit confusing. 

Bhu:  What?  YOU, confusing?  [snerk, snerk]

Have a good day, all, but whatever you do DO NOT DRINK GREEN BEER! 
xxoo