It’s March in the Northeast, the blustery month that comes in like a lion and out like a lamb. Smack in the middle are St. Patrick’s Day, the Spring Equinox, and–for one of us Chicks this year–another ever-green holiday, Christmas…
This past weekend, my family celebrated Christmas together in Brooklyn. And yes, we are well aware that it’s mid-March. Just a wee bit late. No Rockefeller tree, no ice skating, no smell of warm chestnuts from the vendors’ carts on Fifth Avenue. But we did see plenty of green.
My son got married in December, so we decided to postpone Christmas until a more convenient time. In our old neighborhood in Brooklyn, the official celebration of Paddy’s Day is held the Sunday after the 17th. It just so happens that I’m working on a cozy series set in an Irish-themed town where it’s St. Patrick’s Day all year long. And I’m in the home stretch of the final draft for Book One, so what better time to celebrate St. Pat and St. Nick?
Here are a few pix from the festivities. I snapped the Grand Marshall of this year’s parade because he looks a LOT like the mayor of Shamrock, my fictional town.
And where else can you get a Bagel Wheel at $17 per foot?
Both a local tavern and an Irish dance school feature prominently in Book One. The young woman leading the littlest dancers (“Babies”) group below has no idea she’s a dead ringer for one of my main characters. Neither did I, until I spotted her at the parade.
Directly after the parade, the parties begin. See the tiny lads checking out the impromptu jam session over the fence? The dark-haired one is my grandson Fionn. He enjoyed the St. Patrick’s Day carols.
So now that the lion of March has hopefully roared its last, may the spirits of St. Nick and St. Pat and the soft(ish) spring rains bring shamrocks and flowers and lambs to your fields. But, of course, no snakes.
And may I type “The End” on my manuscript.
Readers, what is the last thing you did for a bit of extra inspiration?