Getting on toward the seasons to be (better) busy

Yesterday, the Better Half [BH] commented that it's getting to be corned beef season. We usually plan on corned beef and cabbage around St. Patrick's Day and that's only(?)  a little more than 6 weeks or so away. Despite our affinity for our Irish heritage, we much prefer our corned beef in hash with eggs than cooked with cabbage. But, as the BH points out, "first things first." In this context that means corned beef and cabbage before hash. It also means before we get to that we need to celebrate Valentine's Day, Mardi Gras(?), and the BH's B'day. Then on to St. Patrick, corned beef, and, a few weeks later, Easter.

Last year we baked some Irish bread in honor of St. Patrick and our Irish heritage. Today's posting will help remind us to order some Irish soda bread mix in a couple of weeks. If you've been watching carefully, you might have noticed we've just managed to slide through some of the coldest, snowiest weeks of a Minnesota winter to almost arrive at spring thaw. You're welcome!

Irish soda bread

Photo by J. Harrington

With some luck, and diligence, we'll get around to pruning a few of the oak branches we kept bumping into last autumn. That needs to be done before oak wilt season begins in April. We'd much rather be doing spring and summer chores outside than blowing and shoveling snow during the upcoming weeks.  The combination of COVID-19 restrictions and cloudy days and cold snaps has worn really thin, although we finally realized this is as good a time as we're likely to get to start to thin out some accumulated possessions that we rarely, if ever, use any more. Looking at the seasons from a perspective of what we'd like to use them for reminds us of Pete Seeger and his wonderful rendition (with Judy Collins) of "Turn, Turn, Turn ... a time for every purpose..." 

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

                --Pete Seeger 

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