Not to scale
Monday, 11 July 2016
Are you into beans? Or…
Peas?
Love the pink cast to the bean-blossom and the unexpected whiteness of the pea-bloom. I am a simple person. Or maybe I have simple aesthetics?
Musings
Variety is spicy
Sunday, 10 July 2016
I was thinking about an all-lily post, but this one is the most eye-catching, and it’s from today, so no lily-posey, just this one.
These ’shrooms are just too…precious?…not to preserve….
And this feather, in the middle of the path to the beach…hmm, goldfinch? Such brilliant yellow-gold, and relatively small.
Oh, look!
Saturday, 9 July 2016
We took the long way to town (for grocs—coffee!) and perhaps under-guessed what yesterday’s storms would have done to the roads. BIG puddles! But solid bottoms, so we just crawled along, splish-splash. We discovered that Eight Mile Corner is a giant puddle (that we wallowed through oh-so-gracefully). This is why we have the (aging and ancient) 4×4 up here….
Great sunset-time over the lake. This view is through a maturing asparagus.
With love for light
Friday, 8 July 2016
A storm came in from approx 12:15P to 1:15P, a mere hour, but what can be wrought in an hour.
We dodged reality (possibly, maybe), and headed to the wildlife refuge (vroom vroom) to see the post-storm critters. And found this Canada geese family on the fishing loop (do not ask if you do not understand—apologies if this sounds harsh).
And a near-poifect water lily. Maybe one word. I have intermittent connectivity to the wider internet-world, so give me a break.
And after our return to orchard/farm heaven, the sun returned, and…geeze, it gets complicated. So, the wind/rain changed the orchard, and vertical has a new meaning.
Detroit scissors
Thursday, 7 July 2016
This morning’s fog kept the sun from punching through until sometimes shortly after, maybe?, nine? Loved that it obscured the woods….
Foraged in the long grass for chives. I’ve been using them frequently…local farm-to-table produce, I guess….
Dodging deerflies
Wednesday, 6 July 2016
We passed “Pavement ends” and took one river road and two truck trails around the west side of the wildlife refuge, exploring a southern lobe of sub-tundra. Love the vertical evergreens and the marshy lands they sandwich.
The day was warm and humid, and we opted for the AC, thereby locking out the buzzing deerflies. They clouded us in the open areas, and abandoned us when we climbed onto deciduous hummocks. I had hoped for a photo of the lichens and ferns below the deciduous trees, but deerflies.
Vegetation history
Tuesday, 5 July 2016
These foxgloves are descendants those planted in my great-grandmother’s garden, probably in the nineteen-teens. No one seems to know the origin of the name.
I was going to name this post “Urticating hairs,” but as far as I know nothing is urticating about foxgloves…nettles, however, yes. And, no, I do not remember seeing any form of urticating before today. Such a fine word, too.
Happy Fireworks Day
Monday, 4 July 2016
And Monty Python “shall taunting you a second time”…in Luce County….
Mouth of the Manistique
Sunday, 3 July 2016
Square steel lighthouse…built in 1915, automated in 1968 (if I remember correctly). Seagulls love it.
And on the dunes on the way back, we saw these bladder campion blooms, incongruous on their skinny stems.
Marking the day
Saturday, 2 July 2016
I came downstairs to yawn and make coffee pretty early in city terms, but not at all early by northern summer country standards. I looked out into the orchard and the light was diffuse awaiting the sun. Then, poof, direct light came over the woods and lit the trees and grasses. Here’s a view through one of my favorite apple trees….
In mid-afternoon I found this vetch climbing up the brome to get to the level of the elevated seed-heads. These flutter-bye are loving the blooms—a bunch had already departed in front of my fumbled camera, so these are the tolerant ones.