Musings

Sometimes evening comes and the lake gets very still. Sometimes the moon hangs above the dock. Sometimes it all takes my breath away.

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I do love this ground fog. We didn’t have it earlier when we were up here—not enough moisture out there. Today was NOT overcast, thankfully.

I got The Beast going this morning and got plenty sweaty. When I started the last of the fog was around. By the time I quit, the sun was out. I didn’t work out in the field, but instead trimmed scrappy areas near the cottage…scrappy because the lupines are dried, and the grasses (etc.) are yellowing and browning. Autumn is coming.

A bit of garish from the deli cooler at the GrowSto, just to shake up your eyeballs. Apparently all-red sells better than multicolor. We managed to depart without either variation.

Posted at 4:42 PM | Comments Off on Changeability

Tromped through and around in the field and discovered that the infestion of these thistles has, big surprise, increased over last year. I also discovered that my work with The Beast, while it didn’t eliminate the invasive grass, it did keep it from going to seed where. I cut. However, I didn’t manage to cut all of it down, just most of it and the thickest patches. I’ll take that progress, though.

Little known fact: I called these plants prickers when I was a kid. I must have gotten that term from The Botanist. It’s the technical term for the wee and annoying thorns they sprout on stems, leaves, everywhere.

Apologies to Sky Watchers: dull overcast during the final daylight hours; no even boring sunset.

UPDATE Apologies to botanists: the thorny parts are called prickles; I in turn created (pretty sure) a term for the whole plant: prickers.

Posted at 9:03 PM | Comments Off on Thistle prickers

I went out the door with my eye on the red-pink orb hanging low in the sky, and kept watching it through the vegetation as I steamed across the road and up the hill to the Best Spot To See The Sunset. And saw the orb get swallowed by cloud layers. Yet, still pretty without the orb.

Later in our walk, after a serenade by two pairs of sandhills and a deer count exceeding a dozen, we enjoyed views of the moon’s waxing crescent.

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This evening.

Last night. A bit later, yes. Big, big (natural) color difference.

Sigh.

Posted at 8:56 PM | Comments Off on A day apart

The wind blew itself out, as Mom used to say. The lake level is lower than when we left, but the point still isn’t as pointy as it was.

Still haven’t been able to return to my before-10am outdoor work schedule. It’ll come.

Posted at 5:12 PM | Comments Off on Things change

As to today’s military vehicle sightings: we saw flatbeds in sand camo paint, empty…the reverse of yesterday.

And we found a whole dashboard’s worth of rubber duckies and their friends. It did perk up Ohio.

Much farther up the road, we got a good view from the north shore of Lake Michigan. If we could see around the curvature of the earth, we’d have a very distant view of Chicago (more or less).

And we have arrived! Very dry, so dry that the lilac leaves are hanging limp, and the grass is mostly brown.

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This ginger is meh this year; last year on this day I captured its showiness.

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On this day in 2019, we watched this magnificent sunset in Oahu. Wasn’t as hot as here in ATL, but probably about as humid.

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Another ho-hum day of chores, resting between chores, a bath in the lake, a neighbor drop-in, and this and that. However, I arose before the sun ascended above the trees [earlier than I’ve gotten up lately; looooong days here…].

Posted at 9:31 PM | Comments Off on Morning pretty