St. Patrick's Day with fond memories

Exactly one year ago we were celebrating St. Patrick's Day in Mitchelstown, enjoying the town's parade and Guinness in Walsh's Bar.

This year we worked all day, but our "Ireland" daughter came home to cook a real Irish meal

 Lasagne with chips

and Banoffee Pie which both remind her of her 7 months in Ireland.

Of course we also had Guinness

and some wee drops of Whiskey and Moonshiner - our souvenirs from Eire.

 

 

Forest covered in Spring Snowflakes

Every spring one of the forests near our home gets covered with spring snowflakes.

As the name of this flower - looking almost like snowdrops - is "Marchcup" in German, it's easy to remember when to go to the forest to see this amazing flower carpet. Still, I don't manage every year to see it. Last week our older daughter came for a visit from up north and when I collected her from the station I suggested a visit to the forest. As the weather was sunny and there were no other appointments, she agreed. It was still a bit early to see the flowers in their outstanding beautiy, but we enjoyed it anyway.

It was also perfect to talk about everything that happened since our daughter's last visit and to hear about her plans. Hopefully she'll remember this walk whenever she sees some spring snowflakes somewhere.....

Medieval Spring in Town

While the weather usually was sunny and clear during the past years while the mystical medieval fair was in town, this year it was rather uncomfortable outside. At least it only rained on Friday when I was working anyway. 

The program was really full - but as the area for all the entertainment and stalls was even bigger than before, it was rather difficult to see and hear everything. There were also less people dressed in medieval clothes and so it felt like a town party and less than medieval times. 

On Saturday I only spent some hours in town before going to the pagan concert. I fell in love with a dress,

found a tiny harp on one of the stages,

and had a look at the stalls without buying anything, as I just try to own less things.

On Sunday I had planned to climb up this church to have a look on the festival, but the tower was closed.

Luckily the church in the town center kept it's tower open and I could climp up high to look down!

Although the musicians are hard to recognize, their music with bag pipes was loud enough to hear up in the church tower!

After a final stroll I ended up at the main stage with the fire show to end the event.

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