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.

 We 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'