Premier février, sainte Brigitte, premier jour du printemps .
Ce n'est certes pas le cas in Pennsylvania où vit mon amie Bridget.
Chaque maison irlandaise se doit d'avoir cette croix de jonc qui protège des incendies et des maléfices.
En anglais : Brigid's cross, Brighid's cross ou Brigit's cross ; en gaélique : Crosóg Brighd)
Tradition has it that when a pagan chieftain from the neighbourhood of Kildare was dying, Christians in his household sent for Brigit to talk to him about Christ. When she arrived, the chieftain was raving. As it was impossible to instruct this delirious man, hopes for his conversion seemed doubtful. Brigid sat down at his bedside and began consoling him. As was customary, the dirt floor was strewn with rushes both for warmth and cleanliness. Brigid stooped down and started to weave them into a cross, fastening the points together. The sick man asked what she was doing. She began to explain the cross, and as she talked, his delirium quieted and he questioned her with growing interest. Through her weaving, he converted and was baptized at the point of death. Since then, the cross of rushes, known as St Brigid’s cross has existed in Ireland.
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