Spring Mountain Spring Moon
Finished checking my translation of Medea and Aeson, Book VII:159-237. Took a good while, a lot longer than it took to do the roughed out translation, but the work held up pretty well. This time through was especially useful for those areas where I’d had trouble. The context was clearer, having translated most of the story already, and the time away gave me clarity, too.
Spring Mountain Spring Moon
This weather. When I came up to the loft at 6 am, it was cool, but clear. When I went downstairs for breakfast at about 7:15, there was about an inch of snow on the deck. It’s thick, white light flakes falling now, coating the branches of the Ponderosas and collecting, again, on the deck. I cleared it about 15 minutes ago.
Whatever happens will not be a problem because the temps will rebound into the 50’s and 60’s starting tomorrow. When I asked Kate what were the things she liked most about living here so far, among them she said, “The weather.” The weather, which I also like, has surprised me the most.