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.
Wednesday, 3 September 2025
So, I stepped out onto the balcony late this morning to do a goat-check, even though they’re ranging where I can’t see them (this is a good thing with regard to their goal of vegetation clearing). I indeed couldn’t spot them, but I got to hear a light rain begin. That’s rather a magical moment, when it goes from not raining to raining.
Tuesday, 26 August 2025
The temp and humidity were so lovely this morning we left the “kids” and walked in the park—nice sky, with a sheen of algae.
We even saw the great blue heron, here hunched on the platform for the inoperative oxygenation fountain.
Friday, 22 August 2025
The whole time I was growing up, Dad threatened to get sheep to manage the lawn so he could avoid mowing. That’s our MO today, except the crew is mostly goats and one billy-sheep.
Goats being goats, guess the favorite napping location. Unfortunately for him, he tipped the table over descending, so unless we take pity on him and right it, that’s the end of table-napping.
The Goat Guy who wrangles this crew says it’ll take them on the order of a week to chow down our ivy and kudzu and other nasty vegetation that sprang up after the trees were removed (remember that?). I guess that long turn-around time is why Dad never substituted sheep for the mower.
Saturday, 16 August 2025
8:45am. Let me draw your attention to the wave action product. I was surprised to find two sticks perpedicular to the waves, although one is parallel, which is what I remember seeing ?every? time. I arrived too late for the sunrise, but I could see the far shore more clearly than I have seen for days. Yay.
3:45pm. Another short shower. I raced around closing windows, but not too much as the temps were dropping from the oppressive 79°F, so I wanted to capture whatever cool the breezes brought.
Not much wind, but it came up and blew lightly in from the west. Change, to the south. Oops, switched again, to a bit from the north. See: the window closing dance.
After the storm drifted away, it actually felt cool. Cool: magic. [Still sticky, however.]
Thursday, 14 August 2025
IMHO, the sky shows that the AQI is at a reasonable level this morning. Yay.
At the beach, I discovered that our last day of rain brought down one of the dead birches. The trunk is remodeling the beach.
AQI was rising by evening time. Darn.
Sunday, 10 August 2025
Dusk with goldenrod, 9:13pm.
Sky over the lake to the east, 10:07pm.
South sky, 10:11pm.