Whipsaw Weather

From deep cold to early morning rain, to a flash of afternoon sun, to an evening of cloudy, dampish, windy warmth. And tomorrow a winter storm warning!

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Finished reading Virgil Wander by Leif Enger. An unusual and interesting book. No four-letter words, no real violence, lots of fascinating characters, almost all of whom are kind, pleasant, and nice. Set in Minnesota—Duluth and up farther on the Lake Superior north shore. Recommended if you like kites, the north country, and skillful use of language. I suggest you “throw it in the pond and see what nibbles.”

“We all dream of finding but what’s wrong with looking?”

Refill The Birdfeeder…

…restock the fridge.

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And, settle back into the Whitewater routine. Pax is a good traveler, and he enjoys exploring new places, but he finds trips like the recent one a little too restrictive and the walks too short. He prefers here, where he makes some decisions and decides which direction would be good for a long walk.

Cooler But Not Cold

Perfect for using the lawnmower to grind up leaves brought to the yard (from the neighbor across the street who doesn’t care to rake) by Old Mother Westwind.

Not our yard

Not our yard

Pax and I are very much enjoying the deserted campus. Great place to walk.

The Hunter’s Wooing
—Ruth Muskrat
Come roam the wild hills, my Cherokee Rose, 
Come roam the wild hills with me. 
We’ll follow the path where the Spavinaw flows, 
Dashing wild on its way to the sea, 
On its wearisome way to the sea. 
We’ll chase the fleet deer from its lair in the woods;
We’ll follow the wolf to his den. 

When the sun hides his face, we’ll rest in the woods;
Hid away from the worry of men. 
Hid away from the bother of men. 

And then we’ll go home, my Cherokee Rose,
Where the Senecas live in the heart of the hills
By the rippling Cowskin, where the Saulchana grows, 
We’ll go home to the Coyauga hills, 
To the sheltering Coyauga hills.