Musings

Le orange orb

My device indicates it’s still waxing gibbous, yet it seems close to full.

With round bales

We strolled over the hill to catch the sunset. During our walk, we saw at least two dozen deer and heard sandhills. There was a breeze and, in general, the deer were slower than usual to notice us and vamoose. Or is it vadeer?

Ice sculpted

You’ve heard of ice sculptures. These trees are sculpted by ice. BTW, that’s foam not snow.

Work party

Push

We assembled at 2:30 to get the boat lift in for the winter. [As in away from the crushing force of ice.] It’s been out at the end of the dock all summer, making fishing and outings easier, while the boat is protected from being tossed by the waves when not in use. We brought in the dock the other day. Today, the lift was an island needing removal. We put the wheels and axles in a canoe, and reattached them to the lift-frame (more complicated than it sounds), then pushed it to shore. There, we assembled (or D did) a cable, and an ATV did most of the pulling (out of the frame to the left). Here you see us lifting the frame so it smoothly pops up from the lake-edge, and, voila, it became simply a matter of parking. Oh, yay. All finished by 2:30. Then, two actively feeding ducks arrived, focused where the lift had been, perhaps finding a surfeit of tasty bits stirred up by our feet during the lift removal.

The woods

Although the late-day light has a faint orangeish tint, the leaves are also beginning to be less green. Overnight temps below 50°F also indicate the season is changing.

What to do

Here’s the north side of the roof of the playhouse, replete with moss infestation. There is no, repeat no, moss on the south side. Trying to decide whether I should sweep away all moss colonies, as I have done previously. Is it bad for “roof-i-ness,” or should I respect the moss life-force?

Aka half moon

We’re definitely enjoying the (relatively) open skies in these parts. Last night we watched two bald eagles cruise by multiple times. Here: first quarter moon over the orchard.

And (not shown): which plants

Is this not an exceptional representation of the concept of alternatives, of options, of possibilities and choices. Which spigot? Which hose? Which color?

Many sandhills

Sandhill trio

Among the deer assembled to graze, a flock of Canada geese, and these three sandhills. The one on the right is a wee bit smaller than the others, I’m thinking a juvenile. Moments later I heard calls from the field behind me, probably a pair I saw several nights back. That makes even more sandhills nearby than I had hoped!

Good gardening

These are the stems (ahem, petioles) of the successful transplants from last year’s relocation of most of the rhubarb crowns. They’re a wee forest now, so much more vigorous and healthy than before. And so tempting to pick a few stems and make some sauce. However, I’m following received wisdom and resisting picking to permit the plants another year to recover.