After our late morning shopping expedition (miscellaneous hardware supplies), we took the long way back from Curtis, thereby circumnavigating* the lake. We stopped to photograph a field of near-harvest-ready sunflowers, and a pair of Sandhill cranes rose up from the far side of the field and flew over the sunflowers and our heads, vocalizing all the way! Exciting! [But mediocre photos.]
Our last photo stop was at the boat ramp/public access on a lovely curve of the Manistique River, where I greatly enjoyed capturing vegetative reflections in the relatively quiet river-surface.
Diary note: cleaned ashes out of wood stove (five trays) and outhouse bucket is now reloaded.
Late afternoon addendum: RIP Aunt NTM.
* Circumnavigate in the dictionary refers to travel aboard (a sailing) ship. Circumambulate means to circle something on foot. I don’t know of a word for traveling around something in a land vehicle.
Posted at 10:22 PM |
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This morning’s darkness yielded to overcast and drippy rain, but before 10 am all was sunny and glistening beneath a cloudless sky. Still, I was sucked into my mystery novel, although I kept getting up to do this and that: tuck more wood in the stove, rinse some split peas and get them onto a burner to boil then shift to atop the heat stove to simmer, check the orchard for wandering deer, try to figure out where that tiny mouse noise was coming from (north wall?) and thus where anti-mouse activities should focus, and just plain look around and grin. This is the morning for unstructured meanderings; there’s time enough ahead for removing cobwebs, mowing grass, painting window frames, checking the fencelines, and the like.
Throughout the day, the sun peeked in and out, and sprinkles came and went. By late-day, the sun made the skyline over the lake brilliant silver. When I went out to take pictures, I scared up two white-tails who probably felt like their territory had been invaded. The wood stove has kept us toasty with long-cut stove chunks and the leftover pea soup is tucked away in the fridge.
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The wind was out of the north today, and the waves crashed on the beach at Hurricane Creek. We found it too cold to even wade for a few minutes.
Are we now Georgia wimps?*
The car said the temp was 46°.
Posted at 7:58 PM |
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