Inches and inches.

Swales full to overflowing, drains draining, which is unusual for this time of year. Good thing the dinghy is unsinkable, because this morning, before bailing, the floorboards were floating up to the center (seat) thwart.

But, as is typical, after a big weather event a seiche made its appearance, so the big lake water, instead of coming up, went down. The overall result has to be positive, however, since the deluge ranged from Wisconsin, across Lake Michigan, the state of Michigan, and Lake Huron—in other words, much of the watershed.

Late afternoon I sat for a good long while at the Zen spot, just being there. I watched a minuscule spider (possibly related to Whitman’s Noiseless Patient one, though not so patient) slide along an invisible strand from one blade of grass to another at least three feet away, in a matter of seconds. Method of propulsion a big unknown. Then, when I looked up, a bald eagle came winging by along the shore. (Maybe visible in the photo below if zoomed in.)

And, of course, deer in the grass, “alas, alas…”(although Gertrude was more worried about pigeons. )