This post was sponsored by OnlyinArk. All opinions are my own.

It seems everyone becomes a little Irish when March rolls around. We green up our wardrobes, fill vases with shamrocks and daffodils, and cook up vats of corned beef and cabbage. And even though we’re told it’s not truly Irish, we serve it up with fervor, Irish soda bread and mugs of Guinness Stout™. Maybe knowing St. Patrick’s Day is soon to come is just the sign we need to believe spring is arriving.

Photo used with permission of Hot Springs CVB

Having some Irish background, I’ve always been a little bit over the top when it comes to celebrating the holiday—and anything Irish. A nice, long journey to Ireland is still on my bucket list, and I hope to do that soon.

Photo used with permission of Jason Crader Photography

My recent post for OnlyinArk is a nod to that Irishness in me and in my other “wannabee” and “really be” Irish Arkansans. Just how did so many Irish come to settle here? How has that settlement influenced our arts? Our culture? Our fun?

You may have heard of the World’s Shortest St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Hot Springs. This year marks the First Annual 14th one! 

For this story and more, be sure to go visit my post “Kiss Me, I’m Irish in Arkansas.”

Be sure you check out what’s in this pot o’ gold.

You just might find a pot o’ gold and a leprechaun or two.