Two Warm For Work…
…at least for me. So, first paddle of the season, along with the regular bike ride.
…at least for me. So, first paddle of the season, along with the regular bike ride.
…but the Wood Duck got some too infrequent maintenance—a little epoxy and quite a lot of varnish.
Repair needed.
From lead ingot to weighted keel.
Arrival yesterday. And now, hot and cold running water, a big fire in the stove, and, with cup of coffee in hand, looking out at fog, where there might well be a bay.
Easy move-in thanks to big help from Mark and LiseAnne.
The water level is up (2 vertical feet since March) but still a bit low. The front deck railing, which was removed by snow slide off the roof, is well on its way to repair.
Flood warning in Whitewater, roads, including Serendipity, washed out on Manitoulin. But tulips are blooming.
…with important massage.
280 plastic eggs hidden and found. Only 2 chewed by chipmunks.
Squill, daffodils, rhubarb.
Village near Bisbee.
Whitewater to Minneapolis to Tucson to Silver City.
Drove on Saturday to preempt the weather. Two snow days in Minneapolis enjoying the blizzard from indoors. Shuttle to airport Monday early in anticipation of trouble. Five hour wait to board plane. Nice flight southwest from snow to desert and snow capped peaks.
Car rental, then 3 hour drive to a very nice big casita in Silver City.
Obligatory visit to the Tranquil Buzz coffee shop.
Lots of exploration, including City of Rocks.
More to come.
…under construction. Twenty hand knit squares coming together soon.
Snowdrops, snow, sandhills.
First two photos by Sue.
…for a bike ride.
Substrate bit soggy in places. But good to be out.
…through February.
…behind the post office, later and later. The shadow climbs the wall as you watch.
No place like the backyard for lots of wildlife.
Amaryllis showing off.
Still cold, but beginning a warming trend.
Maybe 50 or 60 folks out braving the cold. Lots of positive horn honking.
That’s the danger. They’re insidious, these terrorists. If you see enough of them, you start to wonder, because they seem just like your neighbors. They seem just like you. They hardly seem like terrorists at all.
—Alexandra Petri
Second season of flowering. Last summer outdoors on its own.