Phenology

This blog is a kind of phenology, I suppose.

And, now that we have passed the autumnal equinox, what kinds of events can we anticipate?


Here are a few I can think of:
First flight of Sandhills heading south overhead,
Day when the white oaks in the backyard can be declared free of leaves,
First frost.
First ice on ponds,
First measurable snowfall,
Day when all the crabapples on Vi’s tree have been consumed,
First bird at the feeder (once it’s up),
First local iceboat regatta,
First blizzard.
Others?
But, we can’t forget the old saying: “if winter’s here, can spring be far behind?”

Boosted Again

This could be the sixth jab since the virus announced itself. Science may not have all the answers, but I’ll take it over anything else.

Above, ripe swamp white oak acorn. Quite a few collected.

In other news, rear brakes on truck replaced. Are they called brakes because they breaks the bank?

Bright, chilly, windy. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving.

Rather Wild…

…and a bit of a pain, but the cottage water system has been decommissioned and the cottage winterized.

Our foot valve structure is too big and too heavy, and is out too deep. Today we had to take the cockleshell dink out over the newly uncovered shoals and into a big surf in order to lift it and bring it in. Came close to capsizing… twice.

In sadder news, the last of the Fab Four canine companion signs had to come down today.

Barrie Wonderful

Long after a beautiful morning here, it was to Barrie Island for a picnic lunch (plus).

Photo by Sue

Although Barrie is remote and mostly empty, it is not a lonely or foreboding place. Instead, with its meadows, fields of stone, and very large pastures, it is a friendly place—a place of peace and tranquility. Two beautiful mini-parks grace its west end, overlooking Bayfield Sound.