So, Where Is The Greener Grass?

Twenty yeras ago when I left the Ireland, known as the Emerald Isle, I was searching for the place where the grass is greener.
We all know that faraway hills are green, and back then I was searching for my greener pasutres so I looked faraway.With a few detours, I arrived in Australia; the Sunburnt country, dry, arid and drought ridden, searching for prosperity.
I was searching for the good life of beaches, yachts and barbeques.When I had left Ireland, in the days before Viagra and computer chips were the national exports.

Before the Celtic Tiger and double digit economic growth, Ireland’s significant exports were its most highly educated and talented doctors scientists, engineers, artists and writers. There weren’t many greener pastures in Ireland back in the early 80’s, before the Northern Irish Peace initiative and its attendant changes when Guinness was still marketed as the drink of choice of old guys in the darkest corners of dark pubs.But in the arid country of Australia I came to, in the droughts and El Nino weather patterns; three were golden sporting heroes, golden beaches, golden sunshine, golden chardonnay and no one who knew me.So in this arid land – my adopted home; I gradually learnt to plant seeds, I got a job, travelled, started my first, second and third businesses, continued to travel, made contacts and learned to network. I learend to sell and planted still more seeds.I continued to cultivate my skills, grow my knowledge and my network all the time planting seeds.

Some of the seeds I plnated over the years fell on desert sands and died, fell on fertile ground and began to sprout. The tender young plants getting stronger and gradually the growth seemed to be independent of me, but sitll I worked at nurturing and tending - feeding and watering - what I had created.
I tended to my business and slowly impecreptibly it took root, and grew. With continued careful nurturing, waternig and care it flourished.It wasn’t overnight.
In many ways it crept up on me...I looked on the garden I had created, the fruit on the trees, the flowers blossoming and the lushest greenest of lawns, soft and spongy underfoot.I compare the lush and bountiful green I have cerated in this most arid of lands to the Emerald Isle I left 20 years ago, and I ask - So where is the grass greenest.?