In Praise of Islands

What’s  so special about islands? (See below.)

Frog hiding in one of the few moist places around here (Photo by Sue)

Frog hiding in one of the few moist places around here (Photo by Sue)

This may look like a giant turtle moving from left to right and leaving a track, but it's really a boulder that was pushed long distance by moving ice, last spring.

This may look like a giant turtle moving from left to right and leaving a track, but it's really a boulder that was pushed long distance by moving ice, last spring.

What’s so special about islands?

They are, of course, surrounded by water—which gives them a certain separation and sense of definition.

They are more or less difficult to get to, and thus tend to be less travelled and more natural. They are often slightly behind the time and seem to operate at a slower pace, offering peacefulness and tranquility. They have a relatively great amount of coastline, which gives them a relatively great amount of beauty.

They have definite boundaries, creating a sense of place. They often have a smallish population, a unique history, and a substantial number of shared interests. Islands tend to think and act as communities.

Although there is something ineffable about exactly why, islands are different. Perhaps it’s the air—if not the water. Whatever the case, anyone visiting an island feels the difference once a foot steps ashore. On an island you are somewhat removed, to someplace special.

So what’s the best way to think about islands? According to Christian Pleijel, Chair of the Nordic Archipelago Cooperation in the Baltic Sea and former Director of the European Small Islands Network, there are three helpful ways:

1) the natural landscape (the island without humans), 2) the cultural landscape (what happens when we humans move in to the island, what we do, how we survive, what we need), and 3) the technical landscape (the infrastructure we build to meet our needs of transportation, energy, water, waste and overspill we produce).

These three considerations are also an important part of the thought process of the relatively young organization operating in our part of the world. The Great Lakes Islands Coalition (GLIC). GLIC is an association of year-round-occupied islands in Lakes Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie, Ontario, and the St. Lawrence River. There are about 20 of us.

Cast The First Stone

Will, on vacation in Minnesota, has thrown down the gauntlet on the Great Northern RockStack challenge.

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Considering the infinite number of rocks here, just for the stacking, I had to give it a try, too.

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Let the wild stacking begin.

Possible categories might be: 1) most rocks, 2) tallest stack, 3) most artistic, 4) biggest rocks, 5) most defiant of gravity, 6) arch or bridge, 7) nicest collection of rocks ready for stacking.

Same old hot, humid, and dry—but clouds were sighted in the distance, and a few even passed overhead.

In The Still Of The Night

The wind drops with the sun. 

Met this neighbor on our morning walk

Met this neighbor on our morning walk

And the nights are quiet. Then then sun rises across the bay...and all remains quiet. Not a breath of air, and very little bird song. Although many birds make this place home, few of them are morning people, especially at this time of year.

By mid-morning ripples spread across the water, and by noon we have a breeze from the south. Warm and dry. Hot and dry.

In honor of global warming we decided to finish pier installation ourselves (in spite of having hired help). With this kind of weather, pier installation can easily be considered a water sport.

Nothing But Perfection

Every day more perfect than the last—sunny and warm, with nary a cloud in the sky.  

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Growth is rampant—among things irrigated. Enough oregano to supply North America; enough cilantro to supply every Mexican restaurant in Canada (I assume there are some in spite of there being none on Manitoulin); and tomatoes like I've never seen before...some almost ripe.

Out to breakfast,  to Mum's, with the Pinebox contingent. Then not too much else of interest until a late afternoon trip to the dump, which was humming as a result of having been closed on Canada Day.

Lovely if You Love Dry

Cooler and less humid. Dry front last night swinging the wind from south to west. As usual, the storms coming across Wisconsin and Michigan dissipated as they reached Manitoulin. 

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Internet finally back—good going Vianet, you bunch of amateur hosers. Though, I must say, that having limited access to news proved to be a good thing, and made me remember how the first Gulf war, now long ago, remained unknown until summer was over and we were back in the States.

I've been getting depressed by the news lately. It is, when you thing about it, by and large, depressing. And it makes me wonder WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BAD PEOPLE?  Is evil baked into the human genome?

Why are there:
Internet scammers
Swindlers
Dishonest business people
Private equity manipulators
Inside traders
Money launderers
Sex traffickers
Slavers
Domestic abusers
Murderers
Mass murderers
Wilfull polluters
Welfare abusers
Bribers and bribe takers
Corrupt government officials
Bullies
Psychopaths
Racists
Militarists
Arms dealers
War profiteers
Child molesters
Pornographers
Mobsters
Embezzlers
Liars
Psychopaths
Toadies
Sadists
Snake oil salesmen
Mercenaries
Dictators
Torturers
Scum bags
Extortionists
Traitors
Cheats
Horse thiefs
Shysters
Rip-off-artists
Pirates
Poltroons
Thugs
Goons
Arsonists
Scabs
Cheats
Republicans, and...
Trump suporters

 

 

 

 

 

Monarchs Like Coreopsis...

...and, happy to say, quite a few monarchs have stopped by.  

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There is nothing quite like being awakened by the drumming of rain on the roof; and this morning, that was the case. Brief rain, maybe 15 minutes, but substantial, and, as it was unexpected but really needed, greatly appreciated.

First kayak paddle this morning, oddly enough (after the rain). Absolutely no wind, so the boat had to scribe a line through plate glass. Blowing hard from the south now. The day has been hot.

For all intents and purposes the bunkie (except for minor decor) is completed.

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Time For Some Sailing

Over 5 miles on board the Windrider from the marina to Gray Point and back, in a variable but decent breeze. This sailing adventure part of our new policy of no chores after noon.

In rigging the boat we discovered that the water, at least on days when the wind is blowing in, is swimmable.

With the big weekend coming, Serendipity Lane is filling in.

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Very dry on Manitoulin, but everything still green, including the herb garden (although to be honest, it gets watered). Front row, left to right, cilantro, rosemary, and basil. Farther back, the world's largest crop of oregano, along with thyme, sage, summer savory, chives, and garlic.

All Quiet on the Northern Front

No sound this evening but "the tintintabulation of the"...no that's wrong. What I meant to say was ...the susurration of the waves as they caress the shoreline rocks.

Okay, enough of this.

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Lovely light

Lovely light

Sunny, summery, and, even with grocery shopping, a few chores were removed from the list.

A robin has nested on one of the entry porch pillars. She, for one, is not glad that we are back, but I do believe an arrangement is being worked out that will satisfy everyone.

Plucked and Plopped

Plucked out of one world and plopped into another. Always a bit disorienting. And the drive always long enough to raise the question, "why am I dong this?" But within minutes of arrival, the drive is forgotten, and the answer is clear.

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Cool, calm, and dry. Pax handled the drive well, and the forced inactivity was probably good for him. He seems much improved over yesterday.

Late to the Party

Not home from the vet until after noon, when the party was in full swing. Everyone helped set up, and Bri took over grill duties.

Lots of good fun and good food.

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Delicacies, imported from Italy, and incredibly delicious.

Delicacies, imported from Italy, and incredibly delicious.

Happy birthday to Ab.

Happy birthday to Ab.

Pax is recovering from puncture wounds, crushed muscles, and a torn paw (several stitches). Drugged up as he is, he is confused, whining to go out and then just standing like a statue. A few minutes ago he finally fell asleep, and we are now moving about quietly.

The long ride tomorrow will probably be good for him.

Thanks to Sue for the photos.

Flat Out Summer

and just as I was writing this, sitting on the back patio watching Pax chew his evening treat, a big, foul-smelling mis-breed of a dog came tearing through he bushes from the house kitty corner behind us, smashed Pax off his feet, and began ripping at him. With a log and a lot of screaming we broke the fight. Pax is hurting, but not bleeding, and nothing is broken. 

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Turns out it was a pet-sitter, but we are now contacting the owners. This dog should not be in this neighborhood.

At Your Service...

 ...berry. 

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This shrub has become something like the neighborhood Starbucks, for wildlife. The berries are ripe, and the birds and squirrels have got the word.

Dog sitting for me today as Sue, Abby, Kate, and Will went down for a family get together and pool party at the Morrison's.

 

Swamped

Thunderstorms from 3p.m. until the wee hours, then heavy rain this morning. 

Geared up and off to camp. 

Geared up and off to camp. 

Wipers on high driving to Oconomowoc, but slow clearing once there. Morning with Bec, Mads and El (including some exciting rounds of Uno), and then it was time to take the older girls off  to catch the bus to camp.

Whitewater Creek flooded, and Milwaukee needing to release who knows how much more than a hundred million gallons of untreated into the big lake.

The band of weather moved from west to east, stretching from about Green Bay on the north side to Rockford, Il, on the south side. No moisture on Manitoulin.

Holed Up...

awaiting decent weather.  Although the yard is a jungle in need of a sharp machete, all we were capable of, given the heat and humidity, was a trip out for breakfast with our "dinner and Sequence neighbors" to Blue Gilles in Newville.

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The rain finally came about 3 p.m., and although the heat has lessened a bit, the humidity has not.

As evidenced in the photo above, the alpine currant bushes on the south side of the hourse seem to thrive in a tropical climate.

In the Heat of the Night...

...and the day, too. 

The young berry patch seems to be doing well.

The young berry patch seems to be doing well.

The cornfields are a deep blue-green. And, with wet fields and extreme heat and humidity (not to mention elevated levels of CO2), I have little doubt an inch or two of growth was added today.

On the way past a recently cut hayfield we saw several younger guys bailing hay, the old way, with square bales that needed to be heaved up onto a hay-wagon. Empathy and commiseration.

Lucky us, we got to take Ellie, Maddie, and Becca out for breakfast this morning, and then a bit later spend time with Ben and James.