I felt like walking more than usual when I started out this morning, and made my goal an artesian well over on the next mile-road. Which means I got a drink and turned around. Wonderful.
The farmer had this pond made so he could pasture cattle instead of grow hay on these fields, way back when I was in elementary school. No cattle; back to hay. And nature is infilling the pond. As you’d expect. [Same farmer, however; he’s gotta be in his mid- to late-80s.]
Just north of Clare (MI) on US-127, the road goes up a hill, or what’s a hill in these parts. I think it’s a glacial something, moraine perhaps. Anyway, this is it. If you were riding a bicycle, you would certainly notice this hill. North of it the country is rolling and the soils are different, and thus so is the vegetation. My mother always called this the North Country Hill, and her voice had such seriousness, that I always imagined it to be capitalized.
This set us up to get to The Bridge, and the local drive-in, Clyde’s, where we got a late lunch/early dinner of bison burgers. Mmmm.
Did the most urgent cleaning and unpacking, and walked down to the lake to catch the last of the sun on the trees on the point. Our point. It’s far less of a point than it used to be, a victim of much higher water levels and scrounging of the rocks that made it by neighbors. The rocks were below the water line, so there was nothing we could do.
Despite irregular setting of the apple blossoms and the negative effects of an earlier infestation of leaf-eating Lymantria dispar (used to be called gy- -psy moths), we do have some apples. I don’t think they’re on the “best” trees, but they will do. Great color.
Once again, I create a post while the Guru is driving and by the miracle of technology I can upload it for your reading plezhur.
This morning was quiet-with-coffee, then a mini whirlwind of organizing, packing, cleaning, and miscellany. Then, under intermittent rain, we headed into the mountains, where the rain mostly ceased. After a hundred miles or two the overcast disappeared, and the sunset was clear. In Kentucky.
And after I make this post, the plan is to head on into, tahdah, Uh-hi-uh. Yup, northbound, we are.
So much individuality in these little free libraries. This is a brand new one, been around perhaps a week, at least in this location. [Note: individuality NOT personality.]
And, once again, an insect photo-bombs a flower photo. As they do.
The vegetation is still mostly green leaves and late summer, but this flower caught a dry oak leaf…thinking it might be last year’s…but, then, how’d it get airborne?…leaf blower?
Streets were quiet this morning, more quiet than I expected. I did check in on the construction site. It’s going to be a while before anyone moves in.
If they were here, I’d give these flowers to our friends who married today in a Covid-careful (limited to close family only) ceremony in another state. They have our love, and this flower photo from the Deep South, with our bestest weeshes.
Surprise! At least to me. Here we are well into September. And I very much enjoyed this morning’s cool temps and low(ish) humidity. My splits were 16’38” to 16’46”, which is darned zippie. Since I walk for an hour, I had to extend my loop (aww, too bad (sarcasm)) to eat up a few extra minutes.
This is the apartment building construction site I’ve been checking in on. Today they had this giant auger going. Foundations I assume, since they’ve already buried the large, concrete drainage pipes.
Amplifications to old news…. Here’s the base of the Tree of Refuge from what became my adventure in Tuesday’s rain. I’ve added ovals to show where my feets were…. Those were the good ol’ days (hrrumph)….
And here’s some fresh hickory nut shell and hull detritus. Fast shot so no new material fell on me.
We still have a few bills we have to pay in an addressed envelope with a stamp and the appropriate bells and whistles. Seems “so last century.”
“So last century” is a Guru phrase. Patented?
Too many huge, scary issues (Afghanistan, Ida, western fires, etc.) in this big world, so I’ll go micro here.
Accidentally dropped my phone on my (bare) foot yesterday afternoon. Don’t do that. Bruised my foot-knucklebone, and it became quite tender. Went to bed with an icepack and managed to sleep okay.
Re-activated stick-assisted walking when I went out this morning…slow pace, something like 23 minute miles vs my usual 17/18 minute miles. But I completed a somewhat shortened version of my (currently) usual loop—yay! And now, over 24 hours after The Phone Drop, and an evening application of ice, my bruise is much, much improved. So: yay and yay!