Mountain Weather

Imbolc                                                Mountain Spring Moon

5-8 inches of snow for elevations in the front range above 8000 feet. That’s us. One way they tailor weather forecasts out here is by elevation. Often we get a forecast for 6,000 to 9,000 feet. That’s basically foothills, but includes those of us who live further back and higher than most of the foothills. The forecasts then get further segmented by north, central and south. We’re in the central Front Range, and at 8,800 feet on a 9,000 plus mountain and in the company of others that are 10,000 plus we’re in the mountains.

Weather forecasting out here, especially when it concerns snow and other water related events, is a matter of tremendous moment. The weather impacts ski areas, a significant part of the state’s tourism budget, but more importantly it determines, in winter, the depth of the snowpack. Not only does the Colorado snowpack directly affect the state’s regional water availability, but it also decides the fate of the Colorado River which provides water to the thirsty southwest and southern California, especially L.A.

If we’re gonna get our 5-8 inches though it’s gonna have to scramble. The morning’s snow has already melted.

 

Hope

Imbolc                                             Mountain Spring Moon

There’s a nibble on the Andover house. Someone who liked our garden setup and the landscaping. They’re going back for a second look on Saturday. And, they’ve asked the city about having chickens. We’re hopeful. Sounds like the kind of buyer we’ve been seeking.

 

Ostara Eve

Imbolc                                             Mountain Spring Moon

Imbolc slides into its next year spot on the Great Wheel tomorrow, as the Spring equinox returns. Imbolc is the transition season between the harsh mid-winter and the wild weather that precedes the growing season.

This Imbolc was mainly a settling in time for Kate and me. It began on February 1st, following Winter, or Yule, which came the day we moved into Black Mountain Drive. We were still wrassling boxes as it began, though their numbers had begun to dwindle and the remaining ones were put away behind closed doors to await more clement weather.

We did have two parties here, one on February 14th, my 68th, and another last Sunday for Celtic pride. They were in keeping with the spirit of Imbolc, that period of a lamb-in-the-belly, when ewes freshen and Spring, 1896 by Denis, Maurice (1870-1943) begin to give milk. Like the lamb-in-the-belly those parties represent a still gestating immersion into the Shadow Mountain neighborhood and the changing, warming relationships with family. Both should begin to flourish in Spring and blossom in Beltane.

This Imbolc has also seen Kate back to her quilting, finishing the work on my quilt which now covers my side of the bed along with several other projects, and my return to Latin and to writing.

Following the fallow, cardboard dominated winter, Imbolc saw, as it can, the signs of new life and the continuation of parts of the old. Spring will see this all this quicken and brighten. I’m ready for it.

Sorry

Imbolc                                      Black Mountain Moon

BTW: I am aware that the links to the videos don’t work. I tried a new method of inserting video, that is, linking to the URL rather than embedding them with their own code. I did this because the video’s did not have, as Youtube and some others do, an easily obtained embed code.

Medea and Aeson (an excerpt)

Imbolc                                  Black Mountain Moon

 

I’ll stop saying this, but I am amazed at the facility I’m now enjoying with Latin. Of course, I’ve been working at it off and on for over 5 years, so there’s that. But the jump in ability is what fascinates me. How did that happen? Sometime soon I’m going to test it in other texts: Caesar, Lucretius, maybe Tacitus. Just to see.

(Medea and Aeson: Giovanni David, 1780)

 

I’m getting close to having Medea and Aeson finished. Here’s an excerpt:

Metamorphosis Book VII: (Medea’s Prayer)

180 After the fullest moon shone, and the whole moon beheld the earth through shadow
181 Having dressed she came forth, having ungirded her clothes under the roof,
182 With naked feet, exposed hair spread over her shoulders,
183 And unaccompanied
184 She takes a wandering pace through the deep silence
185 of the middle of the night. The quiet has set free
186 men, high flyers and wild beasts: when often (there is) nothing with a roar,
187 the undisturbed leafy branches are silent, the moist air is silent;
188 stars sparkle (over) the land. Her arms stretched out, turned
189 three times by themselves toward something, three times she sprinkled her head with water taken up by hand from the river,
190 and loosed her voice
191 with three ululations. On the hard earth she sank down on her knee,
192 “O night, most safe with secrets,” she says, ” whoever looks toward the stars with the golden moon
193 and by day toward the fiery sun,
194 and you, tri-form Hecate, who is aware of our undertaking,
195 and of incantation, of knowledge, of magics, she that helps, come,
196 whatever magical songs, whatever you, O Earth provide with powerful herbs,
197 and to the air and the winds and the mountains and the streams and the lakes
198 and all the gods of the forests, the gods of all the night-works, attend.
199 By whose help, when I wished, the streams turned back in their marveling banks
200 Into their sources themselves, I calmed the shaken streams,
201 Standing I aroused the seas to song, I banish the clouds and
202 I call them back, I drive away the winds, and I invoke them,
203 I destroy monsters with words and by invocation I force open their throats,
204 After I shattered the boulders themselves and the hard-wood trees, on the living earth
205 I move the forests, and command the mountains to quake
206 and to rumble alone, and spirits to go forth from the grave.

 

The Run Continues

Imbolc    Black Mountain Moon

The Latin continues to come, if not easily, then with much less struggle. I no longer write down the words or possible translations, I simply type the translation I have completed. So, this is all mental work now. I do ten verses in less time than it took me to get through five. Not sure why this happened, but it’s clearly a culmination of some sort.

I can not yet read without Perseus or a dictionary because my vocabulary has distinct limits and I still stumble over case, declensions, verb conjugations. But, with the aid of Perseus I can read somewhat quickly now.

Still shaking my head. Huh. This is really happening.

The Week

Imbolc                                    Black Mountain Moon

Neighbor to the east, Jude, has transferred to days after four years of working nights. This means that he now lets his two border collies out around 6. They bark, for some reason, without stopping until he leaves for work around 7. It makes the quiet of the early morning here less desirable, means I’ll have to adapt. Today I sorted and read e-mails.

Not sure what I’ll do over time.

A quiet week, but a busy weekend. On Friday I’ll attend the member preview of We (heart) the Rocky Mountain National Park exhibit at the Colorado History Museum. On Saturday Kate attends a mineralogy day sponsored by the Friends of the Colorado Geology Museum. It features lectures on gem coloration. Then on Sunday we go to the Curious Theater for a play that is the second of a trilogy, The Brother/Sister Plays, written by a student of August Wilson’s, Tarell Alvin McCraney. This one is In the Red and Brown Water. The first in the trilogy will play this summer and the third in the fall.

Buddy Bill Schmidt has fiddled with the fonts on Ancientrails. Thanks, Bill, I like the change. Anybody else have an opinion?