Musings
I’m not sure that the spiders who festoon the window screen are all that successful. Makes a pretty pattern, however.
We took a pre-cocktail stroll down to the beach to see the waves rolling in (kinda). They were pretty tame compared what Florence is kicking up in the Atlantic!
I spotted a swimming leech from the dock and zipped back to dry land to divest myself of shoes and socks. Took me a while to find it again. Several attempted tosses and I lost “him” in the water, then found “him” again a few minutes later. Still wasn’t sure if I managed to throw “him” out of the water (hope so).
And, yes, the pebble was in the shell when I found them among the wrack.
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Over in the Refuge, we found this bee. I don’t know much about insect types, but this merged yellow-and-orange striped tinting of this bumble? bee, doesn’t seem familiar.
Also on the wildlife walk, we found rose hips. No rose feet, however. And, no, we didn’t collect any. National property regs, you know.
I don’t think we’ve ever skipped visiting the mouth of Hurricane Creek when we’ve been up that way. We found that the present configuration has a long sand spit channeling the brownish river water to the west before the actual merge with Lake Superior. [No lampreys attached to rocks—that I could see—this time, unlike in July.]
Look at this bright green stone! Seems out of place among the browns and greys! For a moment, I even wondered if it was a plant! Not a plant-plant, but a joke-fake-plant. Skeptical me!
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There was a device/technology interlude this morning at the neighbors’. I provided moral support as I whizzed through the last chapter and a half and epilogue of Mary Beard’s “SPQR.” When I got to the epilogue, I felt yellow-gold and looked up and saw the sun angle made magic through this high window.
Later, the Guru took Droney for a run. We could see what we had a taste of from the ground: the maple is turning, top down.
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Ah, autumn flowers…Goo_ing suggests that this is a late purple aster. Looks like an aster. Color can accurately be called purple. And it’s late in the season. So, on the surface, I’ll take “late purple aster…” plus the photos match—heehee.
Sorry to those who are not fans of fluttery creatures. I could not tell what was up with this one (fluttering but “stuck” to the plant)…however, I did manage to get a frame of the wings (reasonably) “in focus,” not an easy task!
Stay warm; it’s getting chilly out!
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We voyaged mostly east and a bit north for good times, and they were had by all! Sun-lit Gitchee was lovely. Then it clouded up again and…the wind gradually picked up…
…and the sun began to fade and we had to extract ourselves from great fun and head back to the central UP. Thanks, everybody!
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Raininess that began overnight extended through most of the morning; when the dripping stopped I headed over to The Garden, and harvested a few bits courtesy of the Gardener. Treats!
In the afternoon, steaminess descended as it warmed up a bit (a bit more, actually; it was never chilly), and I found a leaf fighting the changing season. And a leaf miner.
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We had a ground-fog morning—still, with heavy dew. So, so pretty.
Later, I was out and found this Boletus—breakfast-lunch-and-dinner for a slug. I came by again not five minutes later, and the slug had moved on. Full, I surmised.
This place has been called a farm my whole life, but it hasn’t been a farm of any sort in decades. I supposed the last bit of farming that happened on the property was when the field in the first photo wasn’t full of weeds (the yellow bloomers are goldenrod; some of the yellowish leaves are milkweed—neither are cattle food), and was cut for hay. The last time had to have been in the 70s???
BTW, the most popular Boletus is the edulus species, known as porcini to Italians. Love Boletus—no gills.
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In the fields and open areas, the predominant bloomer during this phase of the season is the goldenrod. Sooooo many times it sports these galls…I forget which insect has deposited the next generation in the stem, and the plant makes the gall around the eggs/whatever.
Yesterday’s wind made beach foam!
I wondered if it left us discombobulated leeches, too…only found two small ones…maybe the cycle of life means mostly/only small ones/new crop…. TMI, I’m guessing.
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We managed to capture sunrise today…on the move early!
Midmorning, we rediscovered this stand-out antenna tree.
I read the weekly paper after we arrived, and discovered there’ll be a Three Bridges Walk/Run event in the next town this weekend. These are not the three bridges. And only one of all six is The Bridge. In the far distance here….
All systems back on-line. Whew. Basil survived! Thanks to pinching and care from loved ones who were here. Thanks!
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The Guru took Droney up. Look at that gleaming gold dome!
In a closer frame of reference, see the stalking insect! They enjoy flowers, too.
Am I writing for five-year-olds?
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