Surrounded…

…by big stink-potters. So we sailed the Windrider instead.

And we were able to get the Windrider out of its slip thanks to warfinger Jim’s hard work cutting and raking weed. Below is just a small sample. According to him, he has already filled a dump truck.

Threat of Rain…

…but threat only.

Oarlock risers on little white dinghy nearly finished; same with Heliotrope porthole screen. Groceries shopped.

Go Kamala.

"The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness."

John Kenneth Galbraith

Sheepish…

…though the animals exhibited by the three farm girls in the family were anything but. Big, powerful, obstreperous, in need of guidance would be how I’d describe them. Lots of ribbons were won (although we didn’t much like the judge). Photos by Mimi and me.

Vote No…

…on the August 13 Wisconsin constitutional amendment. Deceptively written gobbledegook trying to consolidate power in the gerrymandered MAGA legislature. Since we won’t be in Wisconsin on August 13 we have asked for absentee ballots to be mailed to Kagawong, hoping the mail will be fast enough to get our ballots back to the municipal clerk in time to be counted.

Hellish weather, which limits outdoor activity, though we did pull weeds early this morning. The garden is a total loss and will be mowed tomorrow. Next year covered in fabric and perhaps hosting ever-bearing raspberries?

Successful gardens are a continuously interactive pas de deux. Vegetables, like beets, appreciate attention, whereas plants like buckthorn, mulberry, wild grape, deadly nightshade, and creeping charlie, among many others, have figured out how to go it alone. Sometimes I try to imagine what this yard would look like if left alone, but then I get the fantods. Might be fine if we had giant herbivores and unsuppressed wildfire.
Big thunderstorm last night with another predicted for tonight, thus extending the string of stormy weather.

Hot Sun…

…even this far north.

Both boats spider-proofed with newly recommended spider repellent, the name of which I can’t remember. Sue joined the Lane pothole crew while I worked on remodeling some aspects of the little white dinghy.

In for an evening dip in spite of a few clouds and a breezy south wind.

Bake Sail

Took long-time neighbors for a sail on Heliotrope, but way more sun than wind. Had to jump in the lake afterward.

Also in the marina today, thick mats of former shadflies and the square rigged training barque.

Last night the third, and biggest, shadfly irruption, and maybe the last. Boat littered with spent male flies.