Postcards from the Lake: Duck Parade

It felt like September at the lake in late July. Cold days, colder nights, rain, purple skies, lots of book-reading, fireplace fires, more rain. If it hadn't been so green, I would have bet that it was nearing October.

This postcard finds me picking up a few moments from our extended weekend like this park bench made of skis in Boyne City. We went to Boyne City because Rick's bike wheel broke and that was the nearest replacement site.

Lizzie caught her first mouse. After seeing one dart across the room earlier, it was nice to find a soft furry carcass in the utility room and not in my bed as Gypsy once offered. She's clearly been working nights.

And when she hasn't, she's been cozying up to Rick. Cozying is something Lizzie Cosette is pretty good at, so long as it's on her terms.

She missed the Duck Parade. They came out of the woodlot next door, mom and three babies, all in formation.

Then they combed the beach for whatever it is ducks comb beaches for.

Mama Duck kept a sharp watch, but they hung out for a rather long time, sometimes swimming next door, then back again.

They're still a bit downy, with a bit of yellow on their heads.

Then off they marched, in formation, once again. We aren't sure where they're hanging out in the woodlot. Or maybe they were on vacation.

I was somewhat productive, too. I finally finished a bunch of paper clay embellishments to use in various projects. It was so damp, I think they're still in drying mode, but I got them painted and ready to use.

I started with backgrounds for pages on Karla's book page swap.

And I finished off a journal (not pictured) and four mini-canvases that don't look nearly as nice here as they do in person!

It's a beginning.