So here we are. March 15. Beware the day after Pi Day. Also known as the Ides of March. Methinks of Shakespeare, et tu? Because for whatever reason, that Ides phrase introduced in high school stuck. Unlike Pi.
That honey-tongued poet who gushed drama and imagery with each flowery word.
In 44 B.C., Julius Caesar was warned of the Ides (the 15th, the full moon). We remember how that prophecy of doom worked out. Thanks to back-stabbing Brutus, he never made it to work.
Mrs. Key, one of my favorite high school teachers, brought Shakespeare to life in English class. Trying to twist our southern accents around those words was as challenging as trying to learn French.
“What language is this?” we protested.
“English!” Mrs. Key, vexed by our confusion, flung her multi-colored four-inch heel across the room and into the chalkboard. She belonged to another time, another place, and was as dramatic as Shakespeare himself.
Beware the Ides of March. Eat leftover pie.
Grace Grits and Gardening
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.” – Act I, Scene II, Julius Caesar