Musings

Labelling confession

I have no talent for naming…for blog entry titles, and for photos.

The first one got “web dawn,” and this one: “deer ballet.”

This one is beyond mediochre: “apple ripening.”

See: a stupendous lack of naming talent.

Bright morning

Ah, the sun rose above the treeline and warm light flooded into the cottage. The lens is making the art look ill-hung.

Yesterday’s goose tracks were mostly obliterated, replaced at one end of the beach by a profusion of these tracks…raccoons? otters? Dunno.

Down on the point, I looked between the trees at ducks (visible through far right gap) I scared from the beach, who went toward the sun.

All is well

We arose in fog-world, aka Ann Arbor, on the SSW side. Commuter traffic is horrible and we took a chance and took Main Street north all the way through town, without any traffic problems…and bonus: we got to see the business district all quiet and misty-hazy.

Many miles later, we crossed the all-important bridge, still under overcast.

Happily, we made it safely to the cottage (with a brief span of sunshine), and found no evidence of critters visiting indoors in our absence. Yay.

Northbound

We got on the road at a fine hour, and we had clear weather until we approached the greater Cincinnati area. Here’s the view of the city from Kentucky, the descent off the bluff on I-75. Having made this drive umpteen thousand times, I can testify that the vista varies; today, we saw the skyline through airborne precipitation.

This was on the north side of Cincinnati, where the suburbs sprawl and sprawl. I can’t remember ever seeing the safety folk split the traffic like this…and the traffic was heavy: rush hour. I think all the various Cincy slow-downs added nearly fifty minutes to our drive.

BTW, we just crossed into MI (so you know we made good progress), and I will post this from the right seat using the miracle of the personal hotspot on my phone.

Compare, contrast

This evening.

Goat day one (a little closer, but still).

Conclusion: plenty of processing by goat digestive systems.

Speaking truth…

Tired. Spacey. Nothing more than that. [Delayed post.]

If…

If our temporary pets were any good at climbing trees, these would be leaf-less twig-branches.

Progress

The “kids” have cleared a stump. And stood on it.

Not oleander

I was relatively busy today, but nothing to remark on. Leftovers (so no cooking, yay). [Apologies for the delayed post….]

A walk in the park

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.