Here at the Cottage we are smack in between the Ides of March and St. Patricks Day. What are the Ides you ask? To briefly explain, 2,060 years ago the Roman dictator Julius Caesar was assassinated by senators at the Curia of Pompey. A little over 500 years ago the phrase, “Beware the Ides of March” was immortalized by William Shakespeare in the tragic masterpiece ‘Julius Caesar’. Of late, it is equated with doomsday, bad luck, or not heeding a woeful warning that later causes you sorrow or misery. There definitely might be something to this of late here at our cozy corner in Nashville. Let me indulge you in some retrospect…..
Nashville experienced one perfect spring day last week with temps upwards of 70 degrees! The tulips and grape hyacinths were a buzz with bumblebees in blissful pollination. It was a perfect hammock afternoon.
What a difference a day makes!!
Temperatures have plummeted and blooms are struggling to make it through the freeze. Not a bumblebee to be found.
There were two tragedies at the cottage as well. The puppy got loose and one of the hens got loose and escaped the coop, both came together in a dramatic way. The puppy bit the tail off of Poke and I brought her into the house to convalesce. Lily, another girl, was not so lucky and perished.
Poke took well to my protein mash and still laid me an egg even though she lost most of her tail and her leg was sprained. She is back with her sisters in the coop, but now walks with a limp.
If you didn’t know, it was also the seventh president’s 250th birthday. This event was commemorated by the current 45th president. He came to Nashville and virtually shut it down completely. The whole day was disrupted by airport delays, motorcade backups, and thousands of people taking to the streets in protest and support equally.
If you know your middle school history, you may be vaguely aware that Jackson gained popularity as a military man. In the war of 1812 he has a major victory over the British at the Battle of New Orleans that made him a hero which he rode into a successful political life. He built the Hermitage Plantation that is now a huge tourist destination right up the street from our lovely Capulet Cottage.
Where am I going with this you may ask? My awesome ancestor, Gr. Gr. Gr. Gr. Grandpa Solomon Sharp, fought in that war and was taken as a P.O.W. in April 1814. He was released a month later in March! He returned home to Massachuttes to eventually have a son, Eubulus, that makes it possible for me to be here today. I digress because our neighbor, Jackson, being of Scot-Irish descent would be ready and willing to celebrate St. Patricks Day tomorrow. Here at home there has been a huge debate amongst our family that we are Irish somewhere in our heritage, but we are not.
We have taken the stance that everybody is Irish on St. Patricks Day, but I dare say we are celebrating like we are direct descendants! To make it through this (hopefully the last) frigid day we went all out with our meal today.
Corned beef and cabbage with potatoes accompanied with authentic Irish soda bread and some sweet pumpkin nut loaf for dessert!
You gotta do what you gotta do to survive and get through the Ides of March and into the St. Patricks holiday. Today, a good gaelic meal, the fireplace on, and the start of Easter decor planning. Tomorrow, a green beer and a prayer for warmer weather!!
“Sin Sin, nil aon scéal eile agam! “
Gaelic for, “That’s all, I don’t have any other story!”