Summer, Finally
Sunny, warm, gentle breezes. Crickets. (Unfortunately mosquitos also.) Morning fog, evening quiet, with the occasional call of a bird I don't recognize. And...afternoon swimming at Sandy Beach!
Telic or Atelic
See link to article below, and then screen captures of comments.
Heliotrope has had canvas removed and systems winterized; almost ready for hibernation. On a new steel cradle, too.
The Problem of ‘Living in the Present’
BTW, Brainard Wheeler Nies was a big fan of "Zen in the Art of Archery," and recommended I read it.
Disap-pier-ance
Down to the nubs.
While we disassembled and floated in, Patrick helped with lifting the sections up out of harm's way (we might hope). The lake is doing its annual drop now, and, under normal conditions, breaking spring ice should have a hard time causing damage.
Downhaul not tight enough.
Gloriously beautiful day, but now with the wind back, and that powered a lively sail on the Windrider (note Patrick to leeward). Later, a bike ride to Sandy Beach with Pax.
Nuthatches currently abundant around here, almost as thick as the unseasonal pestilence of mosquitoes—making the forest sound like a barnyard with all the babbling and gossiping.
Perfect Stillness,
perfectly still. Stark contrast with points south.
Good day for yard work, laying in an ample supply of small cedar and balsam bits as kindling, hauling Murray's road trimmings to the dump, cleaning up the road ditch, bike riding with Pax, making chicken pot pie, and watching hurricane Irma. Fire in the stove this morning.
Quiet...
...with a shrinking pier.
Back down to just the three of us, and things are increasingly quiet, though with getting Heliotrope ready for haul-out, shortening the pier, and having dinner at Ellen's, the day still lacked sufficient hours.
Note: water bearable and brief swimming possible, but an hour of pier work left a lingering chill.
Seasonal
Pinebox crew has pulled up stakes and is heading south to storm ravaged Texas. Heliotrope sailed in high winds, but with a fine crew, to Gore Bay.
Lunch Was Expensive
In Gore Bay. Lots of weather too.
Sue's rainbow from last night.
Sun Rain
Unlimited weather today. Most of the rain falling from clear skies. Lunch cruise on Heliotrope with a fine breeze that rapidly faded to oblivion. Dinner here right Caves and Pinebox.
Rain and Sun
And the Caves are here.
Thunder In The Morning...
...thunder in the evening... with a peek of sun at suppertime.
Below, the View From The Bridge, or rather from under it. Up a Lazy River, but with the big water so high plenty of depth for a dinghy. Salmon have been sighted coming in, but not by me.
Brunch of pancakes and sausage at Pinebox—fine fare for a rainy morn.
Try To Remember...
...the kind of September ...
...when chilly, rainy mornings requiring a small fire in the stove give way to sunny, warm afternoons with a lively sailing breeze.
New bit of artwork—leaves—made by Julie Shortt of the Orangutans. Each leaf is made of species wood: left to right, cedar, white oak, red oak, basswood, elm, and maple--all on a slice of ash cut on the property.
And, this year's addition to the macrame (also a fine art) wall.
On Shore Once More
Back in Kagawong, with dinner at Pinebox.
For some reason, silly verses show up on long drives. (Would a drive to California produce something worth while?) Anyway...
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Line Drawing
When drawing on paper with pencils and pens,
The picture you make often depends...
...on the colors you choose as you draw in each line,
And they just reflect what you see in your mind.
So when muses come running and tickle your fancy
A whole lot depends on the way that you see,
Look long and look hard with your eyes and your heart,
Because that way your scribbles turn out to be art.
Boomerangs
Halfway back after busy morning and a stop at Bywater Lane.
Dinner coming up at Bigboy.
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Longer nights,
Chilly moon,
Turning leaves,
Autumn soon.
--jbn
House Hunting...
...with Irene.
And we found one, a real gem, and she made an offer. "Whooo, hooo," as Irene would say.
A Bit Warm For Walking...
... but Pax very much enjoyed reconnoitering his regular routes; countless stops in every block as territory reestablished.
Our invariable home-to-Whitewater-Chinese-dinner last night was cancelled due to China House not being open (memo to selves, never arrive home on Tuesday). Made up for it tonight, joined by good neighbors from across the street who just got home from France.
Light rain now, with cooler temperatures.
Zip Trip
Back in Wisconsin for three days—zip trip—to check the house and yard, pick tomatoes, sort through the junk mail. Etetera.
Transitional...
...with the weather helping the shift from summer to fall.
Local, organic beans for dinner, supplemented by steak, etc. Very good.
Back to long dog rides with Pax, who left me in the dust even though I pedaled hard in high gear.
And, once at Sandy Beach, we watched an eagle soar along the shore.
Forlorn Sandbox...
...among other things.
It's sad to be a sandbox when nobody's around to play. Luckily, this box has Pax to tide it over until the castle builders return.
A Motley Crew
On the upside, it looks like the most important parts of Rockport have more or less survived.
Back From a Successful Cruise
Fickle winds but solid fun on the Benjamins.
(Photos by Abby)
Falling Trees...
...both here, where the Orangutans have dropped several poplars and ashes, and in Rockport, where hurricane Harvey has directly come ashore, dropping countless.
