Wandering

Spring                                        Mountain Spring Moon

Back of Black Mountain DriveGot tired of reviewing my Latin so I got up and wandered around in our thawing yard. Lots of things to see. Lichen growing on moss and old stones. Mule deer scat. Lamb’s quarter beginning to emerge. Green showing its springy fingerprint on so much. Still just an accent color, but soon.

This acre, though smaller than our Andover hectare, has a more spacious feeling. There is no undergrowth, no weeds, shrubs, hedges, anything. The Ponderosa cluster, a few trees to a group, several clusters and some open space. The soil, or ground, is rocky and looks unforgiving from a horticultural perspective. Not a surprise.

It feels important to me to have enough land that I can walk around it, see it from different angles. After the place in Andover, this feels necessary though I know it’s not. But, I like it. Caring for land is in my blood and I want to figure out how to make this place the best it can be. At least for now.

 

 

Spring                                           Mountain Spring Moon

On Saturday I began going back through the material I translated, checking definitions, grammar, using Anderson, a commentary, as a guide. Now I’m trying to produce a translation that’s as good as I can do. That takes longer than just translating, at least for me, and for sure at my current level. At another point, not yet, I plan to revisit the idea of a commentary; this time though, at least at first, for only one book, not all 15.