And so another July eases away into… AUGUST, which has always seemed to us a bit of a crazy, frenetic month, get everything done before school starts again, before we have to start putting up the harvest, agreeing to the Treaty of Brundisium to keep Mark Anthony at bay—ok, that one was Octavian himself, and the treaty happened in early Fall, but he named the month after himself later on, so good for him?
(from Eclogues)
My flute, begin the songs, of Maenalus, with me.
Now let the wolf itself run from the sheep, let tough oaks
bear golden apples, let alders flower like narcissi,
let tamarisks drip thick amber from their bark,
let shriek-owls vie with swans, let Tityrus be an Orpheus,
an Orpheus in the woods, an Arion among the dolphins.
My flute, begin the songs, of Maenalus, with me.
Or let all be ocean deep. Goodbye to the woods:
I’ll leap from an airy mountaintop into the waves:
take this as my last dying gift.
–Virgil
And in a similar vein, Andy Swift will bring Open Mic night on Friday! Come on down, play a song or two. Huzzah!
Food Specials: We have a private party on Saturday, so on Friday eve ONLY:
Spaghetti with Pesto and Shrimp — $10
On Sunday:
Breakfast Sandwich and a Bloody Mary or Mimosa — $10