Tamiasciurus, Meleagris, Odocoileus, etcetera.

While life here may not be too wild, there is a lot of wildlife.  

Long ago now, back in the spring, I was worried that our little red squirrel population had been wiped out. Recently, however, it has been obvious that I was wrong—the population seems strong, just spread out so that each squirrel has its own territory sufficient for survival. Today, as I wandered around, I was scolded by quite a number of individuals.

This flock is oblivious of the day on the calendar marked "Thanksgiving."

And the white-tailed deer? They are getting their darker winter coat, but seem to have no idea what season is actually approaching. It's almost to the point where deer-catchers (like cow-catchers) will have to mounted to the front end of automobiles.

Not Much

Too warm for work, and thanks to colds, not enough energy to do any anyway. Did manage a dump run and a little grocery shopping. 

Sunny, and windy. A little evening rain breaking a long dry spell.  

Best Day of Summer So Far

Apparently hurricanes to the south make for spectacular summer weather in the north. We have, however, been rather hoping for a return to fall.

Although the marina is closed, quite a few people were around town today, including a family of five, with twins, at the beach, and a rally of more than a dozen Miatas by the farmer's market pavilion.

Who Is This Guy?

The face in the umbrella.  

I think he's scowling because of the weather(too hot and humid) and because those of us here are under the weather to a greater or lesser degree.  

High Pressure...

...weather system.  Calm. Warm, and humid, and sunny (with a strange high cloudiness). Things getting dry, and water level dropping (partly, I believe, due to high pressure pushing the water away from here).

Geese heading south, and sandhill cranes flocking in preparation for their migration.

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.