Irish wishes. . .

Driving down the dirt road this morning, I look out across the open field and saw what appears to be Nature's Leprechaun traps.  During the night countless spiders spun wispy webs on the tops of field grass in hopes of snaring unsuspecting prey. In the morning light these webs appeared white with the dew of the day.  It's as if  the wee folk tied wishes in the grass to dance in the wind.  So I hope all your wishes come true on this Irish day.