If I ever needed an excuse to write about being Irish, St. Patrick’s Day is it. I wrote this in 2008 while working at the Arboretum. Consider this an early St. Patrick’s day gift to my mother.
It is St. Patrick’s Day, and even though the Arboretum is currently under a blanket of white snow, today we celebrate all things green. This is the day the 25% of me that is Irish (mostly manifested in freckles and Conan O’Brien-ish pallor) overwhelms the other 75% of me. Today, I make Irish soda bread, tell everyone just how many Patricks are in my ancestry, and remember the time I kissed the Blarney Stone and earned the gift of eloquence (can’t you tell?).
Whether you are lucky enough to be Irish or not, today is the day to wear green. I have my green sweater, but I also have my brown Arboretum t-shirt: today, I’m giving a shout-out to two different types of green. I get to be Irish every day, but I have to work at being “green.” I’m incredibly imperfect at it, but it’s important to keep trying. By wearing this slightly-mismatched t-shirt/cardigan combo, I’m honoring my past and what I hope to be my future. And you thought I just got dressed in the dark.
Besides dressing the part, St. Patrick’s Day also gives me a chance to connect with my heritage through traditions. Every year, I bake Irish soda bread. It connects me to my ancestors, until I overwhelm the recipe with sugar and basically turn bread into candy. I’m not much of a chef, and I have a sweet tooth – which is why I find maple syrup season to be the most exciting time I’ve spent at the Arboretum.
For a few more hours, everyone who wants to be Irish gets to be. Tomorrow the rest of the world will put away its green, but I’ll still be a little bit Irish (and probably a little bit sick from all the sugary bread) – and that makes me feel just a little bit lucky.
PS: More tomorrow!