A very happy Saint Patrick’s Day to all of Allison’s friends.
I am enclosing below an Irish Dream straight from the little people.
It comes from a home in the big hedge somewhere near Derryhall in County Westmeath in Ireland, where all the men have bunches of shamrocks in there cabeen* caps to keep the little people at bay.
“You got out of bed and did not make your side of the bed,” the leprechaun woman says, as she pulls on the covers. She continues, “Leaving it all to me.” (They are speaking in thick “Irish brogues.”) She went looking for that light white blanket between the sheet and the duvet and finds it all balled up at the foot of the bed. She says, “I see that those legs of yours, with the big calf muscles, have kicked down…”
He talks over what she is saying and says, “Those same legs are years younger than yours. Yours should be in a museum.” He is standing in the half dark, half dressed, as he adjusts his green tie in the mirror, his shiny white small pants and white legs shine in the dark. He adds he is a busy leprechaun and no time for bed-making as he is doing important work.
She says, “doing nothing except making pots of gold…”
He says, “Getting no respect, I am going to down tools*.”
*Cabeen caps are traditional, flat hats worn by Irish men that have a peak in the front with a fastener on it
*Down tools = Stop working (Rose states that phrase was “too Irish” for me.)
My thanks to Rose for this wee bit of Irish humor/dreamwork for St. Patrick’s Day. For more fun and insightful posts from Rose, check out her blog!