Monday, 29 September 2025
I have no talent for naming…for blog entry titles, and for photos.
The first one got “web dawn,” and this one: “deer ballet.”
This one is beyond mediochre: “apple ripening.”
See: a stupendous lack of naming talent.
Sunday, 28 September 2025
Ah, the sun rose above the treeline and warm light flooded into the cottage. The lens is making the art look ill-hung.
Yesterday’s goose tracks were mostly obliterated, replaced at one end of the beach by a profusion of these tracks…raccoons? otters? Dunno.
Down on the point, I looked between the trees at ducks (visible through far right gap) I scared from the beach, who went toward the sun.
Saturday, 27 September 2025
My oh my, was the sun lovely this morning.
I was glad there was enough wind to make the water lap onto the beach, as a squadron of Canada geese spent the night there, and the lapping was cleansing, whew.
The sun also highlighted the bits of color appearing in the grove. Yup. Autumn is stalking us.
Friday, 26 September 2025
The sun’s up. This is 9:03am…the view past the point. Changes in latitude….
Rotate 180°, and walk a bit: here’s the view with the sun.
What’s remarkable in this pair of photos, compared to our last visit, is the lack of haze from the smoke. No smokiness whatsoever. Yay!
The barberries are so colorful for autumn. It’s not just leaves.
Thursday, 25 September 2025
Fogginess, obscuring sunrise.
Quiet lake riffle, with yesterday’s sand-scalloping gone.
Lake view.
Wednesday, 24 September 2025
I stepped out, headed for the beach, and saw this five steps away from the door. Wha? This dig-up is a new pattern, not quite chipmunk. [Much later in the day I saw a black squirrel, not seen in these parts for decades due to diligent hunting by our neighbor Hunter-Gatherer, who recently passed on…hence: population rebound. I suspect a black squirrel is the digger.]
Here are our current main crops, other than weeds haha. That’s a new rhubarb bed in the left foreground (sporting first-year growth), and a stately apple tree with many drops on the right-center. Spring and fall crops….
Down on the beach, I spotted this scalloped appearance from the wave pattern and the sorting of the different sized sand grains. I think I’ve seen it a few times before, but it’s rare.
Later…. The water barrel is full from rains in the days before we arrived, although we did have a few sprinkles late today. I thought I’d make a clever image with the reflections and the feather off on the left margin both in focus. I forgot it wasn’t possible haha. Anyway, the feather is proof that the barrel is a part-time birdbath.
Tuesday, 23 September 2025
We arose in fog-world, aka Ann Arbor, on the SSW side. Commuter traffic is horrible and we took a chance and took Main Street north all the way through town, without any traffic problems…and bonus: we got to see the business district all quiet and misty-hazy.
Many miles later, we crossed the all-important bridge, still under overcast.
Happily, we made it safely to the cottage (with a brief span of sunshine), and found no evidence of critters visiting indoors in our absence. Yay.
Monday, 22 September 2025
We got on the road at a fine hour, and we had clear weather until we approached the greater Cincinnati area. Here’s the view of the city from Kentucky, the descent off the bluff on I-75. Having made this drive umpteen thousand times, I can testify that the vista varies; today, we saw the skyline through airborne precipitation.
This was on the north side of Cincinnati, where the suburbs sprawl and sprawl. I can’t remember ever seeing the safety folk split the traffic like this…and the traffic was heavy: rush hour. I think all the various Cincy slow-downs added nearly fifty minutes to our drive.
BTW, we just crossed into MI (so you know we made good progress), and I will post this from the right seat using the miracle of the personal hotspot on my phone.
Sunday, 21 September 2025
Here’s Sheepie. He smells change a’comin’.
Goat Guy came with a modest (yet sufficient) ration of treats, although the troops gathered just hearing his truck arrive. [The treats are in the white bag.]
Goat Guy said the first one to take is the most troublesome. This may be applicable in myriad other circumstances. The brown bill on the left was the first; multi was number two. Brown billy butted all the others as they arrived and generally caused mayhem (supporting Goat Guy’s assessment that he was the most troublesome)…
…until Sheepie arrived (last). Now, the fence and the water bucket…et cetera…are all transported to their next appointment, off Memorial Drive, we heard.
Saturday, 20 September 2025
This evening.
Goat day one (a little closer, but still).
Conclusion: plenty of processing by goat digestive systems.