My heart is in Ireland today — instead of green hills, the sea and the cliffs of Dummore East, I am looking at an 32 inches of snow from my window seat where I’ve propped my crutches. With a bum knee, no skiing this year so Ireland looks very very good! Ireland always looks good to me. So instead I sit with my Irish Wolfhounds at my feet, blogging away on my laptop. How could so much snow possibly fall in my garden? Was it ever green? Ah well . . .