Tuesday, 11 October 2022
Today was the second down-and-back trip of the summer. Usually, we go years without any. By down, I mean crossing the bridge and returning in a single day.
Our trek began with fogginess here and there. Then we got to a Great Lake (this time: Michigan), and pfft, no more fog. The blues were especially clear.
All objectives accomplished. Grade: superlative.
Monday, 10 October 2022
That’s how the phrase goes, no? And it was…crisp and lovely. Note that there’s still plenty of green in the tree leaves.
Saturday, 8 October 2022
Definitely not a beach day. Temps began about 34°F, and got up to all of perhaps 51°F when the sun was out mid- to late-afternoon…complete with clouds and breezes. Still, we celebrated mint-choc chip ice cream and low-carb choc-chip cookies (with no wheat flour), the latter courtesy of our fine baker-neighbor.
Friday, 7 October 2022
Despite recent windy phases, the maples are doing a great job of hanging onto their leaves.
The birches, on the other hand, are dropping theirs and making a carpet atop the grass.
Somehow I manage to forget that many pine needles also come down at this time. Don’t fret; the tree’ll look solid green come spring.
Wednesday, 5 October 2022
Foreground: I can almost make windrows with The Beast. Especially good to have the glaringly yellowy milkweeds down, although the grass looks surprisingly dull brown. Therefore, enjoy that spectacular sky.
Tuesday, 4 October 2022
The dawn came with cloudiness that persisted. By afternoon, the clouds became thin and dispersed. And the lake was still. Those are mini-wake waves, not wind riffles.
Monday, 3 October 2022
We are enjoying a string of gorgeous autumnal days, and the deer periodically parade through the orchard, and some even bed down in it overnight. They are staking a claim, I suspect, to fallen apples after the snow descends.
Saturday, 1 October 2022
Impending sun: Manistique Lake.
Full afternoon light, cloudless sky: Manistique River.
Monday, 26 September 2022
Do I pick flowers, close-up? With the lovely name pearly everlasting?
Or do I pick the maple branch that has changed while its brethern are still green?
Wimpy me. I can’t choose. You get both.
Sunday, 25 September 2022
I’ve been watching the creeping color change in the trees, especially the maples. This is my sample maple. Actually, it’s the closest to the cottage, and the easiest to monitor. [I record that bit of spatial bias for scientific honesty.]