…porch time. Sunny, summer-like. Epoxy work on the boat, plus the making of a cardboard template for the mods necessary for the new toilet. Punched out early for naps and porch time.
The bugs are bad. And, sitting on the porch, we hear the hum/wine/drone of the cloud on midges down along the shore, not that they are bothersome.
Below, a vernal pool alongside Serendipity.
Cover off, old toilet removed, ship’s wheel back on, windows uncovered and cleaned. New toilet is going to require some customization of the base.
Meanwhile, work around the house is now done bug free. Yes, the black flies are out, and thick as flies.
…and this evening’s brief paddle is proof.
BTW, the water is cold, and a little too shallow for my liking.
Previously, some of us were productive.
…outdoor shower hooked up (with no leaks), downed balsam removed, raking begun, VPN set up, curtain hemmed, brush and garbage taken to the dump. Naps squeezed in.
…chill, fog, and drizzle at the cabin in the woods—so, log glowing in the stove all day, chicken in a pot in the oven, books to hand, a brief outing, and naps.
The Manitou River flowing fast and clear.
Porch opened up and cleaned, same with the griddle (which was on the porch). Smash burgers tonight.
Rummaging through old files, Abby came across this from 2011, before, I believe, the blog was begun. Looks like I wrote more better back then.
Aloha,
This being a day of rest, I avoided accomplishing anything. More woods cleanup (I didn't really finish yesterday, I shamefacedly admit). Then I built a little herb-garden fence structure, not because of deer or rabbit, but because of Pax. He finds the sunny, warm, sandy soil an ideal place to camp out. I doubt deer like oregano, I know for a fact the squirrels have no interest in thyme, and there are no rabbits in the neighborhood (at least I have never seen any). Raccoons, and porcupines are not notoriously fond of sage, and although skunks might like chives and garlic, so far the garlic that was planted last fall looks fabulous. I accidently uprooted one plant as I was putting in a wee fence post, and that 6-inch tall plant is going into tonight's stir-fry.
I devoted one whole hour to a final desperate search for the missing herb seeds, but came up empty. The searching did, however, necessitate my getting into the cabin of the Santana 20 (since I might have thrown the seeds in there during the last hectic minutes of packing). What I found was not seeds, but lots of other interesting stuff, including a hand-held vhf radio. (I suspect it might work.) In addition to that, I found lots of laminated charts, graphs and data sheets, all dedicated to the idea of making the boat go fast. The previous owner, I believe, was a self-taught racer, and he tried to take all the wisdom of the masters, summarize it in graphical form, and get it laminated. I think if you take it, and then add in the cost of a handheld radio, you have what I paid for the boat (so forget about the boat...motor, trailer. sails...etc.).
Pax and I took a ride down to the end of Serendipity. No sign of anything going on there except for tire track leading into Murray and Elaine's. it is odd to go down the lane when all the hardwoods are completely bare. It looks wintery. The buds on all the shrubs and hardwoods are swollen, but none have broken open yet. Catkins are dangling on shrubs, but I can't identify them at this stage (beaked hazel nuts?). Several early-rising tree frogs have piped up, so I expect next week will be quite loud, maybe deafening. (Good thing Sue isn't here.)
On our daily run to Sandy Beach we found a bit of surf at the shore. Pax went into his mad shore-racing, wave biting routine. Then, walking back along the beach, we met Mike Farquar, who was lying on the sand in the sun, pretending it was summer. Pax gave him a nice shake.
It did feel summery. I opened some windows for the first time, to air out the place. I hooked up the outdoor shower, but found that the cheap little water mixer had either not been properly winterized, or was just cheap, so would not shut off. Replacing it is on my list for tomorrow, and then I hope the weather will permit a trial run.
So, summarizing: no driving today--didn't get in a car. Did not spend any money. Did not watch TV or listen to radio. Did not accomplish anything. Only saw and spoke to one in-person person (who was lying on the beach, lazily).
Not a bad day overall.
Once in a while.
Happy mother's day, all you mothers.
TTFN,
--JIm
…when you’re rested, when they don’t involve heavy lifting, when there’s no rush, and when they produce noticeable improvement. They are also a perfect antidote to boredom.
No boredom here and now. But still time to look around.
…in spite of which, destination reached. Vehicles unloaded…
Foot valve and waterline run out over slippery boulders without any mishaps. Water system hooked up with only one leak and one small flood.
And a fire in the stove to chase the remnants of winter’s chill. Hot water available in about 30 minutes.
Some photos thanks to Mimi
Long, wide band of storms moving from deep southwest to far northeast, and as we were doing the same, rain almost all the way, some of it heavy. A little white knuckle driving in the vicinity of transports. But St Ignace achieved in plenty of time for a walk and some takeout.
…go—tomorrow morning. Somewhat, pretty-much, almost, but-you-never-are-quite—ready for the road. Sights on St Ignace.
Meanwhile, time to appreciate the witch hazel, and the lilies of the valley, and say arrivederci robin.
Yard, sidewalk, and driveway littered with birch catkins after yesterday’s storm.
Catkins on grass
Female, pistillate, flower
Male, staminate, flower dangling, with pistillate flower above.
The female flowers create little “cones” holding thousands of seeds which are released in late winter looking like pepper on snow. A big tree like ours can produce a million seed each year.
We pre-packed the vehicles just to see what would fit, and by gum, most of it did. Travel light has never been our mantra, though it does have its appeal.
Vigorous afternoon thunderstorm, welcome both as a work break and as sustenance for all the new plantings.
The transition from SAE to Metric is always a bit wrenching.
…lilacs, and concrete.
Third try in as many years—three little American hazels(or filberts), destined for greatness, and adding a corner to the front yard.
…is the theme of tonight’s blog.
Pie coming out of the oven soon. And now here it is. Too hot to handle, so tasting tomorrow.
…driveway expansion, and volleyball.
…if you like Narcisssus poeticus?
Maybe two inches of rain overnight.
This not uncommon spring weather pattern, has, I’m glad to say, exhibited itself maybe three times so far this spring. Moisture from the Gulf slides up in a wide band all the way from Rockport to Sault Ste. Marie (and points north).
Last night the band kept sliding past us here in Whitewater just a bit to the west. For an hour or two we got lightning and thunder but no rain. But then the general eastward movement of the band brought it over us and we had wind and lots of rain, making everything even greener, and, ideally filling up the big lakes.
In further news, a large and noisy flock of gold finches has descended on the neighborhood. Perhaps they were brought and dropped here by the storm.
…set up by Renee for the Merton 4-H group. Great kids, great fun, and, since each kid will be entering the county fair photo contest, a whole lot of winners.
Potential prizewinner by Ellie.
Beautiful spring shot by Maddie.
And an incredible shot by Becca who found a tiny toy tractor by a path and turned it into a certain blue ribbon.
…native trees. Sale thronged from a half hour before opening through the next two hours. Then calm and continuous, with many species sold out.
The typical chill wind and icy rain held off until 1:30.