Me too kat. I can still hear the old guitar, fiddle, whistle, spoons.... the wood stove laden with pots of stew... beans and fresh bread baking... Gramma watching Gramps like a hawk to TRY to keep him away from a sip... realtives and neighbours coming and going.

But, I have an odd feeling just now. I cannot remember a single St. Pat's in those days when it wasn't cold and windy with snow or rain or both. Today, at nearly 5PM, we have glorious warm sunshine, no wind, about 5C. As I sit here, remembering those kitchen parties, I almost hate the nice weather.