A Perfect Day, Part One

Up bright and early and on our way to Cashel Rock in the republic of Ireland.
It was a wonderful day! Almost.
The weather was superb with blue skies and gentle breezes .

We got a little lost trying to find Cashel Rock There were several people in the van who said they could get us up to the ruins at the top of the hill and after a couple of twists and turns we finally got there, to the very top of the hill so we could get Darlene out without worrying about tight parking spaces.

We got a little lost trying to find Cashel Rock There were several people in the van who said they could get us up to the ruins at the top of the hill and after a couple of twists and turns we finally got there, to the very top of the hill so we could get Darlene out without worrying about tight parking spaces.

The Cross of St Patrick c 1100

There was a good and gentle man that we spoke to asking about handicap parking spaces and he told us we could stay where we were, right outside the ruins. There would be no problems. That was a gift from God because Darlene would never have been able to climb that steep hill.

So, we gathered together, formed a circle and said prayers for revival.
And I started looking for a dandelion. There it was in the lawn, where there weren’t any others. I picked it. The wind was very strong at the top of the hill so I didn’t even need to blow on it. I danced around in a circle and it just left a beautiful arc. God is so good

Cashel Rock was the place where St. Patrick baptized King Aengus, High King of Ireland. (During the ceremony, Patrick accidentally put the bottom of his staff right through the the foot of the high king! Not knowing the traditions of the Christian church, The poor man stood there with his foot nailed to the ground. He figured the impaling of his foot was part of the ceremony!

​So Darlene and Richard sat by the van while the rest of us wandered around and took a guided tour. The man was nice and knew some really neat stuff but he got a few things wrong. I didn’t challenge him on the engraving but when I asked about what plant was growing in the walls, Someone in the crowd told me because he didn’t know. (It was ivy leaved toad flax)

                                                                                                       Ivy leaved toad flax

After the tour I beat feet for the restrooms halfway down the hill and poked my head into “Woolery” hoping to find some wool knitting yarn. There was none to be found but I bought myself a wonderful news boy cap that I thought looked pretty good on me. Kathleen was with me and she bought one too.

Himself

A nosy little fellow