My daughter, Nola, is determined to catch a Leprechaun. She builds a new trap every year. I’ve included a photo of this year’s version. Needless to say, she never catches one, but she finds “evidence” of their visit every year.
The irony: I don’t plant that evidence. This year, the evidence was in the front yard. She decided the leprechauns left some green ties in our yard. Now, those ties have been there since before she was born, but she never noticed them. Ah, the power of wishful thinking.
Obviously, I know she’s never going to catch a leprechaun. But I won’t discourage her from believing she will (even if I have to spend $40 on craft supplies). I firmly believe everyone needs a little magic in their lives.
So does Kristine Grayson.