About a million years ago, I entered a beauty pageant known as The Rose of Tralee. Yes, really. There were two reasons I was prompted to enter the particular pageant I did – one being that my teenaged friend/nemesis V had won the contest the previous year, and the second that it was a contest geared to Irish-American princess wannabees and that had my name all over it. Sign me up. I knew I was sunk when my current events topic during the contest involved Northern Ireland and Ireland and I made parallels to the Middle East and other historical religious wars. Nope, not quite what they were looking for.
Speaking of looking…here are some of the flowers I encountered during my visit to Ireland. Hope you enjoy them more than I enjoyed that damn pageant.