Musings

Note horse shoes…of course, with ends up (to preserve our luck)…these are winter shoes, with extra protuberances and cleats.

Here are the slabs we kept from the giant white pine that had to be…downed. I am glad we have them; I had despaired that we would find someone to cut it up. (Sooooo glad the tide turned on that problem! Thanks, DM!) The wood needs to dry for another year or so. The pieces are now stickered so that the air flow will help them dry, but also we hope allow them not to split (much). Not sure what exactly we’ll do with these fine slabs, but there’s talk of (substantial!) tables, including for the “new” fire-pit activity area.

We moved the slabs with our trusty contractor’s wheelbarrow (balance is sooooooo important), using puff-puff human power. Part of the route wasn’t mowed as wide as the long slabs, and we gently knocked over these sweet peas to make room, which is why they’re sideways. They lost stature, but we managed to avoid crushing them….

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With permission, I raided the hunter-gatherer-horticulturalist-gardener neighbors’ potato supply that wintered over, and took two plants of this year’s cilantro. They went into a Columbian version of potato salad, you might say, with the dressing not vinegar and oil based, but instead salsa (more or less). With the fresh cilantro leaves torn and artfully adorning the bowl. Secret ingredient: the whole was augmented with some chèvre soft goat cheese….

Had to add this photo of the corner of the stacked-log playhouse. Have lost track of what’s in there these days. Besides spiders….

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Every now and again, an odor awakens me. Maybe I’m not as soundly asleep as I think and something else is going on, but that strikes me as a pattern. However, it’s not often, so I may well be mistaken. This morning I woke up and I smelled skunk. I think one was trundling about near the house. Pfft. Stinky. But muted stinky. I laid awake for a while trying to decide if the smell was fading. When I was sure it was, I got up.

I walked the shoreline in the later afternoon, although at this date and latitude the sun remains high despite the time. I checked how many branches had disappeared from the dead white birch on the point that the eagle favors. No eagle; there are still protruding branches, but less so than even last year. While walking, I found only one leech. One swimming, that is. I also found a second one, limp and white-grey, with the business end missing(!?); don’t know how that happened.

We host, at minimum, hundreds of milkweeds in the field and orchard here. They are valued by the nature-oriented as hosts of the monarch butterflies. I have mixed feelings, not about having SOME milkweeds, but about having so many. Anyway, their buds are just starting to open. Here is a set that hasn’t quite yet split. The shade of dusky pink of the bud-husks is lovely.

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Without looking at a specimen, there was quite some discussion among a subset of partiers this evening about this plant. Several of us went to actually look at it, thinking that might help (haha). I wasn’t sure, but comparing this photo to my wildflower book just now, I’m thinking cow parsnip. I’ll chat with the others about their conclusions in a day or two after they have had time with their reference materials….

This one’s easy however: a yellow goatsbeard (or perhaps a different Tragopogon spp.) that’s gone to seed. Or to fruit, technically. Confusing.

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The overt reason for our car/woods-jaunt was to pick up our mis-delivered rugs (back porch is coming UP in the world!). Vendor’s screwup, and John negotiated refund of shipping costs, and we’re fine with the outcome. And the new look!

We ended up hither and yon along one section of the Tahquamenon swamp, then touring Laketon, a ghost town (takes only a minute). We even crossed the river on a wood-decked span I’m sure would have been labeled “WEAK BRIDGE” in the Brit Isles.

Found this wee fur-bearer at Eagle’s Nest/Eagle Nest. Naming doesn’t match. I know s/he is NOT an eagle. We’re thinking weasel relative…?

Our critter count also included gulls (of course), LBBs*, a doe and pair of fawns, and a 4-point buck (running FAST).

All that plus new rugs, yes!

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From one perspective, the headline today is that the rhubarb is coming back. The llama poop treatment worked. The crowns still need TLC (on my chore list—knock the surrounding weeds back!! Let there be light!), but progress is happening. This may be the year’s only picking…the plant is a quarter to a third as robust as it should be.

These plants make the deepest darkest reddest rhubarb sauce I’ve ever seen. Sooooooo satisfying.

We threw ourselves into prep, cleaning and food, and turned out a fine meal for six, yum, rather proud of ourselves. Very good time!

Served the rhubarb sauce over ice cream for dessert….

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Some days I look through my photo collection (including a few courtesy of the Guru), and I quickly zero in on The One. Sometimes I eyeball a few, then am able to pick one. On occasion, it’s “reply hazy, try again later.”

Do I select a typical go-to, a flower?

Blue flag (I’m pretty sure).

Do I go for a critter? We watched him/her toss the fish several times, easily recatching it each time, I guess before he/she liked the alignment, then, zip, down the hatch.

Common loon (again, pretty sure on this).

Then there’s the pattern option. I really like studying these images. How many scales/types of patterns and asymmetries can I identify?

And then The Guru takes interesting images. Sometimes ones I can’t get.

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Even with today’s rain, our peonies are glorious. I don’t know if these are daughter-plants from my grandmother’s beauties in the next garden south, or if they have a different history. Simply, they are mah-vell-us. (The llama poop benefits have kicked in.)

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Love the fuzziness.

This tree also had glorious, dramatic, brilliant white flower buds, more open than this.

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Love the light on the fruit at the top particularly. Fruit’s still green, but when they get ripe…yum!

These nopal fruits are called tuna/tunas in southern Mexico. Tuna, the fish, is called atún. Yes.

And sopa is soup and jabón is soap. And sapo is toad. Just sayin’.

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