Summer Waning Strawberry Moon
Tomorrow hive inspections, then into see Kate. The original plan was for her to come home on Saturday. I hope that holds up.
Having her away, yet close, seems almost more distance than when she was in San Francisco.
We have a lovely summer night, warm but not hot, a clear sky, the drinking gourd poised in its summer position, the bowl headed north and the pointer stars, as they always do, showing the way to Polaris.
I finished my review of my Latin, mechanically locating the verb, the subject and the object in each of the sententiae antiquae I had translated in the last three chapters. Greg’s right, this approach makes grabbing ahold of the sentence’s intent much easier. That’s why he’s the tutor. I’m going to go ahead and finish chapter 20, which will put me half-way through Wheelock.
