This lovely postcard is from my great-grandmother's correspondence. Looking through vintage papers, I realize symbols were used for very different things than what we think these days. This card is nothing to do with St. Patrick's Day, but I love the four-leaf clover. In my childhood home, St. Patrick's Day meant wearing green so we didn't get pinched. After I met my husband, whose mother is half Irish, it took on more significance. Up until then, I had never had soda bread or corned beef. My husband makes a great corned beef! I have been enjoying these beautiful hyacinths - closed and then open. I'm ready for the life that spring brings. And they smell light and lovely. Starting in the garden, purple columbines, and tulips. I planted the tulip (and other) bulbs last fall but can't remember what they're supposed to look like. It will be a lovely surprise. We're expecting a lot of snow later this week; I might see about covering these littl