Lughnasa Waning Honey Extraction Moon
And here I thought things were going well. My translation this morning was far, far off the mark. It was, Greg said, a combination of things. I don’t know the story. The poetry makes difficult constructions even more difficult to suss out and there were points of grammar here I hadn’t studied. Still. I felt like I had been wading at least in the muck, a marsh maybe, but this morning I dropped into a deep Latin hole.
Sigh. Even though I know the only solution is to swim back to the surface and try to find the muck, at least, it was disheartening. No wonder I couldn’t find any entries for the commentary.
Of course, I didn’t start down this ancient trail because I thought the journey would be easy. And, I was right.