I have always loved the Irish–there is a solid smattering of the British Isles in my blood, but I married a man whose Irish lineage is much more prominent. St. Patrick’s Day is a big deal for us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
There is, of course, more to the Irish than shamrocks and Guinness.
There are potatoes, too.
J/K, there are potatoes, but there is so much more than that.
St. Patrick’s story is an amazing one, you should look it up. The short version is that he was kidnapped by Irish marauders as a kid, and enslaved by a warlord on Ireland for years. He eventually escaped and went back to England (Patrick’s English! What!), at which point God told him to go back to Ireland and spread the Gospel.
So, he did.
He had epic showdowns with the king’s druids, and legend holds he drove all the snakes from Ireland–legend takes that literally, but I suppose it might be figurative, too.
Patrick is only one of Ireland’s saints–they all have pretty amazing stories. This little book, Celtic Flames, is a good appetizer to get you into their stories.
In the mean time, I made it easy to find the lucky clover. Had fun sketching a bazillion clover for this one, it’s up on Redbubble if you’re interested!