Cén fáth mar sin? Bheul, tá biseach muidsa níos mo ar feadh an tseachtaine seo. Bainfidh Leon amach céime scoil ard amárach. Beidh ár chothrom fiche bliain Lhéna agus mise freisin sin.
Chuir mé an grianghraf seo níos luath inniu. Bhí ionadh liom a fheiceáil an seamróg bheag i mo croca bláthanna thuas an staighre ar an deic in aice leis ár h-urlár uachtair i mo teach. Mheas mé an planda go faighte bás go hóg ina dhiadh Lá Phádraig go tapaidh.
Go minic, ar ndóigh, smaoinim machnamh fúmsa faoi amarách (inniu?) anois. Is comhartha ar mo saolré gearr an iubhaile órga. Is é mo ghruaig liath go tobann; bhí é mo ghruaig ruadh i meisce donn ni fada ó shin.
Tá gas amháin ag fás ar gcéad lá den samhradh; chuir mé bolg tae Éireannach a lheas ar thalamh méith. Tá ceist orm faoi más seamróg go mbeidh sé slán an séasúr. B'fhéidir, tuigim é mar chomhartha ar athnuaim phearsanta.
My Golden Jubilee
When it will be today, you'll be able to read this on my fiftieth birthday. I cannot believe that. I write on my blog, all the same, for that actual day after tomorrow.
Why so? Well, it's very busy with ourselves during this week. Leo will be graduating from high school tomorrow. That will be our twentieth anniversary for Layne and myself too.
Often, of course, I meditate myself about tomorrow (today?) now. A golden jubilee's a sign of my short life My hair's grey suddenly; I had red hair mixed with brown not long ago.
I took this photo earlier today. I was surprised to see a little shamrock in my flower pot upstairs on the deck near our upper room of my house. I thought the plant took its death before its time rapidly after St. Patrick's Day.
Only a stalk's growing the first day of summer; I added a bag of Irish tea to enrich the soil. I have a question whether a shamrock will stay healthy the season. Perhaps, I understand it as a sign of personal renewal.
Why so? Well, it's very busy with ourselves during this week. Leo will be graduating from high school tomorrow. That will be our twentieth anniversary for Layne and myself too.
Often, of course, I meditate myself about tomorrow (today?) now. A golden jubilee's a sign of my short life My hair's grey suddenly; I had red hair mixed with brown not long ago.
I took this photo earlier today. I was surprised to see a little shamrock in my flower pot upstairs on the deck near our upper room of my house. I thought the plant took its death before its time rapidly after St. Patrick's Day.
Only a stalk's growing the first day of summer; I added a bag of Irish tea to enrich the soil. I have a question whether a shamrock will stay healthy the season. Perhaps, I understand it as a sign of personal renewal.
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