Musings

My latest food tweaks: adding walnuts (typically with yoghurt at lunch) and beets (here canned and added to salad). BTW, that dark yumminess is glaze made from balsamic must (vinegar is a good dietary component, also).

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Here’s the closest I came today to being inventive and artistic. I admit I had to use an app to create it.

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Red fruit. That’s all I’ve got.

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We ticked off two big chores today, both before 12:45, after which we exhaled (you know the feeling) and more-or-less coasted. All good.

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Somebody knows we’re leaving, and his new perch is going with us….

Just after I took this bee picture, and smiling, friendly older fellow in a dashing panama who was stretching his legs nearby invited me to do a few samba steps. It may sound like it could have been creepy, but it wasn’t at all. He gave a little bow and a thank you afterwards. I thanked him back.

We crossed a few rivers—this is over the Hudson—

…and passed through many states (New England proportions, not Midwest and Western). Yawn.

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Cat-rise. 6:15am.

Display of unusable glass-blowing forms, Quechee.

Dam and covered bridge adjacent to glass-blowing operation (in old mill building, I assume), Ottauquechee River, Quechee.

1802 turnpike end marker, Woodstock.

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This morning we toured the Vermont side of Lake Champlain. At the first stop, we found a canoe named Fiona, outfitted for a long-distance paddler, it seemed, or at least serious fishing.

At the next stop, I found ripe Rubus odoratus, the purple-flowered raspberry. I don’t remember sampling one before. It is nowhere near as tasty as the domestic kind, but not awful.

At the next stop, I spotted this special boat used by the North Hero Fire Department.

At this stop, we watched this ferry that crosses to New York state loading cars.

On a totally different note, don’t you notice these orange and white barrels? This is a construction site in Winooski, so after we left Lake Champlain.

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I’m “battling” the deer for the black raspberries. The empty socket is one that I scored. Yum.

I especially enjoyed the sixty-one afternoon minutes I spent chatting with a far-away friend, watching the lake and gulls and clouds while listening and conversing. And I’m not much of a phone-talker.

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When I was “little,” that is: of the age to play with critters like this, I would have been bothered by the sloppy molding and painting on these lions, and I would have ignored them.

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Plants don’t have this kind of cognition, but I swear these daisies were posing.

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