Working On The Chain Gang

After a healthy dose of blueberry flapjacks (with local syrup) we helped repair Serendipity Lane (which was discombobulated by the most recent bungled grading).

Beautiful weather, and a chance to meet the neighbors. A little later we decided to go for a sail, only to have the fine weather turn foul just when we got to the boat. Went paddling/rowing instead.

Chicken Dinner…

…before tomorrow’s departure of Mobile Pine Box, a recapitulation of the dinner on the day of their arrival. It’s been a short summer, as was emphasized by today’s rain and chill.

Above, what I think is an eastern milk snake trying to find some warmth among the rocks along the shore. Could be a northern water snake, however.

Blueberry Pancakes…

…on the griddle, with picnic table painting scheduled after.

Of course, painting is an assumption that the thing you want to paint is ready to be painted. The ancient table was not. Turning it over for scraping and sanding revealed gangrenous feet, which necessitated amputation and replacement. By the time all that was done, it was time for the dump, and then to go sailing. Naps took a hit.

First time out for Patrick and Rachel in two years

First time out for Patrick and Rachel in two years

We Almost Went Swimming

Waist deep when the clouds closed back in and the rain came down.

Stone stacking will soon catch on as powerful kind of meditation.

Stone stacking will soon catch on as powerful kind of meditation.

The residual coolness in the cabin fooled us into dressing inappropriately for a walk down the Lane. By the time we got back, a swim sounded like the right antidote to warm and humid. But then the weather changed, as it had done frequently all day.

Rock stacking requires calmness and patience—a need to be nowhere else and be doing nothing else. Given time, and minute adjustments, the rocks will find their balance points, and stand rock steady.