Pretty much blown around our big Whitewater loop, Pax and me. The upwind legs were, as Pax would say, ruff.
And, speaking of poetry, here is something well worth watching, IMHO. (Okay, leave out the H.)
I think this particular program, and the whole series, is absolutely great.
After a day spent watching snow evaporate we decided it was time to go for a Rick Burger at Rick's Eastside Tap.
Doesn't get much more Wisconsin than this. Or this: Getting Smart.
...bring forth...who knows?
Manitoulin got clobbered. Kagawong web cam above. Mudge Bay is still frozen solid. And we are going there in a few weeks?
A chilling, misty drizzle riding an insistent east wind. Just enough above freezing to keep the moisture fluid. Snow, however, possible here...and certain farther north.
But this morning, a heartwarming assemblage of sausage, bacon, eggs, and world famous waffles. I'm about to pass the "world famous" torch to Ellie seeing as how I had little to do with today's scrumptious batch. Of course, we prepped by practicing "mise en place."
Also on today's menu—voting, and the three girls accompanied us to the polling place, helped us make our candidate selections, and slid the ballots into scanner.
(Thanks to Mimi for some of the shots below, from yesterday.)
Ellie, Maddie, and Becca for lunch, cooking, hiking, magic spells, dinner, and reading.
Ben and James here for a while at lunchtime.
At Milwaukee Athletic Club. Also with Tony, Abby, Katy, and Will. (And thanks to them for inviting us.) Scrumptious.
On top of that, the past week's two canine visitors have been returned to their rightful owners.
After some morning rain mixed with snow.
Squill at last.
In the woods to avoid the wind.
Basketball tonight.
And ice.
Fire on the prairie.
Ice on the iceboat trailer.
By rights, the iceboat should be tucked away in a barn, but with this spring's weather, sailing in May might be a possibility. The first ever (I do believe) Easter regatta is scheduled for this weekend.
Mostly cloudy, breezy, and chilly—and that's better than what the forecast holds.
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
--Robert Frost
Loud and lots of it. So it must be spring. Began turning compost bin number one into compost bin number two but hit hard frost about two thirds of the way down. Mimi raked out most the the garden beds, while I removed the maple glaze coating the truck.
The dogs have been busy.
Apparently rabbits don’t fancy them.
And rhubarb.
These two, along with maple syrup, might be the earliest (non animal) foods available to pioneers. But not on tonight's menu.
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FLOW (For Love Of Water) has launched a new campaign (Don't worry they are still working on Enbridge Live 5.) called "Get Off The Bottle". Very interesting, and the video is a lot of fun.
...softening the hard, cold ground and bringing up earthworms, much to the delight of all the many robins who were wondering why they got here so early in the season.
But still...rather cold and gray. All the many dogs (especially Buddy) not minding the breezeway instead of the patio this evening, and that's probably a good thing since a brace of rabbits has been frolicking across the yards. It's hard to imagine what would happen if all three terriers were out back when rabbits ran by.
Relentless, from the east.
Adding a bit of difficulty to my bike around Whitewater, at least on the easterly segments. Overall, the weather is boringly blah. A vague, halfhearted attempt at rain this evening.
Still a little too cold and windy to sit out on the back patio, although we tried.
The resurrection lilies are braving the elements, but so far no squill or snowdrop or crocus. Bri reports from his cabin up by Rhinelander that the snow there is still knee deep and the ice still thick enough for heavy trucks.
O WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down shall rain?
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No shortage of dogs, at any rate, here in Whitewater, and this morning we braved the elements and took them all for a good long walk on campus. (It being Sunday, and spring break, we had the whole place completely to ourselves.)
Not nice out. Therefore—a dog break, and visit with the Oconomowoc kids.
All for one and one for all.
Multi-purpose room.
K'Nex challenge.
Story time with Ellie and Ben.
Innovative reading method.
Working through a gnarly problem.
Spring continues to keep its distance.
We are now home to three dogs and one fish, while the Janowiec family heads to Colorado.
Good time to watch some basketball.
Warming up from early cold. Puddles of sap on the truck and driveway beneath the old sugar maple.
Still a few remnants of snow in sheltered places. Bird feeders down and stowed away. Pax very much enjoying the retracing of familiar routes—fully engaged in some kind of aroma therapy.
...below freezing—and a little birthday party at the home of the airport pickup team.
Three cars and two airplanes, but we made it.
Bright, intense sun, but cooler with little humidity.
Morning walk along Tule Creek
Minnows in Tule Creek
Fulton pier, awaiting repair.
Oyster and shrimp po’boys, without having to go out.
...at Mustang Island. Almost no wait for the ferry now that the Texas spring break is over. Sunny and very warm. Light wind.
On the way back, a view of the high-rise boat-barn being slowly deconstructed.
And in the last photo, two roofers getting their car keys off the roof of the restaurant in Port A where we, and they, had lunch. The fellow on the ground was a little too enthusiastic in flippin the car keys to his partner. Luckily they had a ladder.
What’s a direct hit by a hurricane to a thousand-year old live-oak?
Sunny and warm. St. Pat’s dinner just a day late—including my first attempt at Irish soda bread.
