…before tomorrow’s departure of Mobile Pine Box, a recapitulation of the dinner on the day of their arrival. It’s been a short summer, as was emphasized by today’s rain and chill.
Above, what I think is an eastern milk snake trying to find some warmth among the rocks along the shore. Could be a northern water snake, however.
…but clearing up by afternoon. Wind blown out. Back to calm and quiet. Autumn color beginning on the bluff.
Frost biting
…just winding down, and with it the roaring of the surf.
Walks in wind and rain, and a maple candy and coffee from Chocolate Works.
…and lots of it. Downright cold. Morning fire and evening fire. I like this weather once in a while.
Grouse in the driveway
…on a rainy day.
And, another video from yesterday. See if you can spot the Windrider, and Sue.
…up in the air upside down….
And here, Bridal Veil Falls.
“…and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair…”
…according to Wallace Stevens.
For us, coffee and blueberries, followed by a little pier removal, a few other chores, and then a long sail in good wind.
Sunday dinner at Pinebox.
Sue’s handiwork
…the only sound now a few crickets and a distant jay.
Earlier, a quick trip to Gore Bay for a few errands and a chat with Norm.
Oddly enough, we went for an afternoon sail—over a hour to Fraser Beach and back, but still nice to be on the water on a cool but sunny day.
…or South Baymouth as it is commonly known, as an outing, and for more fish and chips.
With at stop at JD’s south of Tehkummah for some Amish maple syrup and honey.
The karst of an alvar
Wind form the south
And, last night’s moon, waxing gibbous, about 3 days short of full.
…on the griddle, with picnic table painting scheduled after.
Of course, painting is an assumption that the thing you want to paint is ready to be painted. The ancient table was not. Turning it over for scraping and sanding revealed gangrenous feet, which necessitated amputation and replacement. By the time all that was done, it was time for the dump, and then to go sailing. Naps took a hit.
First time out for Patrick and Rachel in two years
…with longtime neighbors. All outside, in perfectly perfect weather. Leisurely lunch and extended conversation.
Waist deep when the clouds closed back in and the rain came down.
Stone stacking will soon catch on as powerful kind of meditation.
The residual coolness in the cabin fooled us into dressing inappropriately for a walk down the Lane. By the time we got back, a swim sounded like the right antidote to warm and humid. But then the weather changed, as it had done frequently all day.
Rock stacking requires calmness and patience—a need to be nowhere else and be doing nothing else. Given time, and minute adjustments, the rocks will find their balance points, and stand rock steady.
Well, honeybees like the flowers.
A chip off the Benjamin’s?
No row this morning, but a sail in the afternoon—a lazy drifter to Sandy Beach and back. Cool, but mostly sunny, and tonight downright chilly.
Delicious Mexican dinner at Pinebox.
…various woodpeckers, chickadees, gulls, ravens, jays, a kingfisher, a loon—and crows right outside the window, as reveille.
No salmon seen yet in the river
Huge south wind (precluding sailing) and 100% chance of thunderstorms (which never materialized) led to an exploration of Barrie Island.
Big, flat, open, with many cattle and few cottages. Limestone shoreline. Feeling of remoteness.
Perfect day for a Windride across the bay to about the midpoint of Maple Point, and back. Lively west wind on the outward leg, dropping and backing on the way home, but still nice.
Photos by Sue.
…or at least basalt of the Earth, along with granite, gneiss, dolomite, some quartz, and a whole lot of schist.
All brought here by water, of the frozen kind.
From a calm and sunny morning, to torrential downpours, to interludes of bright blue.
And there’s something special about taking an outdoor shower in the rain.
…in the stove. Chilly, damp, windy—autumnal, in a word.
Perfect day for roast Burt Farm chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, to be followed by apple crisp and Sequence.
…in other words, lots of cool fresh air.
Too gusty for sailing, but good for a paddle and bike ride.
Paraprosdokians
Where there's a will, I want to be in it.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but it's still on my list.
Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong.
War does not determine who is right, only who is left.
A clear conscience is the sign of a fuzzy memory.