When we’re ensconced in the orchard, overlooking the lake, we’re in socializing mode. Love it. Sometimes a tad exhausting, although overall I take energy away from each evening/event, and carry it with me into the short-daylength months.
Despite the paucity of rainfall, my Michigan squash metrics indicate a bumper crop. Small sample, but still.
Over here in the HGFH’s garden, the squash are producing like gangbusters. Guess I’ll figure out how to use a zucchini and a yellow one in tonight’s appetizer. ’Cause they can’t go to waste, ya know!
HGFH = hunter gatherer fisher horticulturalist
Kitch-iti-kipi, yesterday; those are “lakers,” one nickname I overheard for lake trout. We saw more trout in the spring than I’ve ever seen before. Not sure why. There are no little ones, so I’m guessing these are human-fed….
Lazily taking care of some chores and reading about France. Time to head out into the sunny day!
Snail Shell Harbor, Fayette—such a poetic name!
In the absence of pressing chores, we headed off to boost the haul of the state park system with our admission fee—and visited Fayette and Kitch-iti-kipi (the Big Spring). We prefer to stroll the streets of this ghost town in bright sunshine—and today we were certainly sun-warmed!
Thanks to our wonderful neighbors and the generous bounty of late summer in their well-tended garden, we enjoyed rajas (sautéed pepper strips), sweet corn, French radishes (if I heard correctly)…and some always-loved Bush’s baked beans.
Off-set and low-light. Is that a metaphor for the best of life?
Pre-sunset swim: best-of.
Don’t know the name of the freighter we saw an hour or so before I took this.
Honored? This was a late afternoon brain-dump. Of a sort.
I’m so lucky! I get two dawns today!
Here is the first, just a few minutes ago—no tweaks either from camera or Photoshop—this is the Mother Nature’s version.
I’ll see my second Dawn soon; she brings a smile to my face, too.
My husband is my amanuensis.* Every once in a while.
Anyway, we passed this edifice, then he typed some “texts” for me, and voila!, we have a couples’-date for Satiddy-night fun!
* I learned that word from Rex Stout.
I watched these clouds with quiet enjoyment until I made the turn to head back to the house.
I’m feeling like a five year old these days. I broke the bow of my glasses the other day, just not paying attention.
Turns out that these fancy high-fashion specs are not easy to get fixed—they have to be returned to an agent of the manufacturer—in CALI! About a one-week turn-around! But my great glasses lady did a terrific temporary fix (shown is my taped fix) with some shrink-wrap miracle material, and I will treat them as…if they’re broken—that is, carefully. Hopefully, I can limp through and get a new pair soon (part of the fall out is a hastily scheduled eye-doc appointment)…blah blah blah.