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Saturday, March 15, 2014

Little Irish Boy . . .

 

 LITTLE IRISH BOY
Traveling in Ireland means traveling on narrow, teeny, tiny roads
with the steering wheel and the driving on the opposite side
of the road than what is normal for us in America.
  The vibrant green countryside is stunning as are
the hedgerows of Fuchsia and Crocosmia. 
The Hydrangeas which the Irish call
Mop Heads are like no other.
Gorgeous sites indeed. 
 
Mr Irish and I enjoy taking off into the back roads. 
We search for stone circles, dolmen stones, cemeteries, abandoned homesteads,
plus we often stop along the way to hike the hills.  
 
One day after a long day of exploring we were driving up the back road toward
the cottage and we came across this tiny tot standing in the middle of the road.

We freaked . . . a bit for a minute, no one around, 
no mom or dad, or granny, or dog, car
NOTHING!  
Just this little boy. 
 
I put the window down and tried to talk with him. 
He stood there, just looking at me without a word.
As he stood there, I quickly took a picture.

 W
e asked to him to "stay right there" and we took off up the road to a house where
I had previously seen children playing, not far from where we were staying.
I thought that this might possibly be where he lived.

 There in the yard was a frantic mother and granny running all over the place
 trying to find their little escape artist. 
I put the window down and said,
"are you missing a little boy?" 
 
Needless to say, they were
frightened and thrilled all in one breath.
(I guess the "escape artist" had a history of running away.)

Now mind you, this little one had traveled quite a distance.
I can't even begin to think what might have happened if we hadn't come along,

 Mother and granny took off to retrieve their little one and we drove away.
 It all turned out happily, for us anyway. 
No doubt the little one received a scolding or two. 
I am relieved we were the ones traveling the Ireland paths that day.
~
I first wrote the story of the
Little Irish Boy
in 2011, my first year of creating my Irish Garden House blog.
I thought it worth repeating this week.
 
 
 
 
Happy St. Patrick's Day
SLAINTE' 




14 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

i always enjoy seeing that photo and hearing that story of a happy and safe ending. :)

eileeninmd said...

I am glad to hear there was a happy ending for this cute little boy.. I am afraid to drive on the "wrong" side of the road.. Call me chicken..LOL. Lovely post.. Happy St. Patrick's Day..

Pamela Gordon said...

I remember that sweet story from the first time, Lynne and am glad you shared it again. It is worth repeating with it's happy ending. Happy St. Patrick's Day to you.

Beth said...

And a happy St. Patrick's day to you too!

A very nice story and photo!

Margie said...

Aw, I'm sure they were frantic. Nice save. I love his little yellow self just standing in the middle of the path.

MarmePurl said...

We are all glad you were the ones traveling along that road on that day.
Happy Green Day!

Nancy's Notes said...

What a precious little boy and thank God the story ended well! What a story, Lynn!

Diane Cayton-Hakey said...

Lucky boy to have stumbled upon you. xox Thanks for sharing this wonderful story today... xox

Thistle Cove Farm said...

and to you, Lynne. I posted about St. Patrick's Breastplate yesterday, it's a beautiful poem and music.

Jo's World said...

That is a great Story, Lynne. I thought you were going to tell us you were in Ireland for this holiday!


Cheers,

Jo

Missy George said...

Nice story with a very happy ending..Happy St Patty's Day Lynne..

Sarah Huizenga said...

Such a lovely story and great photo. So happy you found him. My guess is though that he didn't learn from this adventure and is still escaping.

Nancy @ A Rural Journal said...

Thank goodness for you intervening! xo

Nancy said...

Lynne, I'm so happy you were the ones that came across that little fella. I'd say it was divine intervention. Great photo and happy story to got with it.