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, 18 September 2025
Ivory Wee-Goat looks rather demented here, but is merely curious about me and my phone-camera poked in his face. In other news…
Earlier, I watched a different goat stand next to this fence and stretch his neck up, and I couldn’t figure out why. Then, I saw him extend his tongue and snag a fresh leaflet snagged on the fence-mesh and understood.
Sunday, 31 August 2025
I made only lousy goat-photos today, so here’s a stump with fungi—illustrating breakdown eco-processes.
Wednesday, 27 August 2025
I was relatively busy today, but nothing to remark on. Leftovers (so no cooking, yay). [Apologies for the delayed post….]
Wednesday, 20 August 2025
This bunch is leaning toward the light. I feel like I’m doing that now, as the dark has arrived early…accompanied by thunder and precipitation…whatta surprise (remember yesterday).
Monday, 18 August 2025
Yesterday was a darned gorgeous day, clear skies, low AQI, moderate temps…we enjoyed it thoroughly…and got many chores wrangled. Nevertheless, we pulled out this morning, and rendezvoused with a dear, dear friend we haven’t seen in too, too long for lunch. We didn’t boat to the restaurant, but, as you can see, we could have! I did see a great blue heron flop in right behind a heron statue, not shown. We gabbed with BFF, and munched on lunch, and laughed and got caught up and remembered old times, too. Fabulous.
If the first photo was lunch view, this is pylon view…shot by my loverly spouse, thanks so much. And we rolled south, and rolled south some more. Observing the ditch-side vegetation in southern Michigan and into Ohio, and I submit a nickname for I-75: Teasel Alley. [Quick internet look-up: teasel is invasive in the USA…who could tell? 🤣 ]
Friday, 15 August 2025
The apples most exposed to the sun are beginning to color. They’re also gaining size, and squeezing each other…or something that causes the apples to drop sporadically.
The apples on the ground are like magnets for the deer, munch munch. They stand around as at a buffet, munch munch, so there’s, uh-hem, a downstream effect—watch your step.
Thursday, 31 July 2025
Many Queen Anne’s lace flowers look like this.
Others have a small dark center, which is, I believe, a colored floret amidst the sea of white.
QAL is not a native plant, although widely distributed here in North America. In fact, I believe it’s designated a noxious weed here in Michigan.
Oh, my. 🤣
Wednesday, 30 July 2025
Somehow, these harebells looked bluer in person, although I rather like the purple-pink cast.
Keeping the bluer shade in mind, know that I was going to make some sort of (weak) joke about blue and gold being overshadowed by green green green pretty much everywhere else. Thus, we can say “Spartans win!,” no?
Saturday, 26 July 2025
We stopped at a rest area with well-tended flower beds, and I took over a dozen shots. Looking through them, I realized all were of yellow or yellow-orange specimens, except for two rather desiccated white daisies. Am I part bee?
When we crossed the bridge, ever a hugely important landmark when connecting two immense peninsulas, the sky looked strange. I figured there were smoke particles in the mix with humid air, but never smelled it…which I’m happy about.
I took a lake-bath about 8pm, to sluice off the sweat and bring my temperature down after doing assorted cottage-opening chores in the heat and humidity. Now the temp’s dropped to 72° and it feels heavenly. The humidity is down to 82, but it’ll be picking up through the night, to decrease again when the sun arrives. After tomorrow’s heat (outrageous high of 90°F predicted), the highs are supposed to moderate. I sure hope so.