Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Postcards from the Lake: A Stormy Day

On this gloomy morning, Lizzie and I are taking advantage of what might be the last porch day for a bit. We woke to a warmer morning than expected and took the computer to the porch, catching up with all of you. It wasn't a bad day and when a butterfly flitted by, I ran out to the beach to photograph it, dancing cheerily between this weed and that.

This odd creature came by -- all that one can see of it is a long neck in the water -- and as soon as it goes under, who knows where it will pop up again.  The only guarantee is that it is nowhere near where it was before. A cormorant, perhaps?

Within a half hour, the temperature began to drop, and the winds pick up. Dark, heavy clouds seemed to sink lower in the sky, filled with rain that was soon to come. Whitecaps appeared on the gray waters of the lake and began crashing into the shore. At my little lake, waves don't crash. They do today. I ran into the house to grab my shawl and back to the porch to watch and listen to the rain.

I had my first sighting of Eddie Eagle this morning. I worried that he might be seeking out the ducks (who made a fairly subtle but quick exit). He enjoyed a little shore food and was off again where he settled in his tree. 

The rain has started to fall a bit harder now, the wind blowing mist into the porch. I slide the table closer and closer to the wall, hoping to avoid the moment I will need to go in. There is no thunder but I suspect if I opened Lizzie's linen closet, she would jump on her shelf amidst towel and sheets without hesitation. 

A loose napkin flies off the table and skitters around the porch floor, finally lifted up, where it slams into the screen. The pumpkin is damp. I'm wondering when the small vase of marigolds, past their prime, might tip. My paper lanterns are swaying - left, right, left again. 

I feel the temperature drop quickly. I may have to change out the shawl for a fleecy sweatshirt if I'm to stay out here. Or maybe I'll go in, read a book, felt an ornament. I've seen Eddie the Eagle today.

It's a good day.

Sunday, September 19, 2021

Postcards from the Lake: A Little Bit of Early Fall, Inside and Out

Happily back at the cottage for a bit and wondering when we'll go from green to red and orange. I can see hints in some of the trees but it will be a few weeks yet before we hit full fall color.

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Postcards from the Lake: Not Quite the Last Hurrah

It's only mid-September, not quite the last hurrah at the lake. But you can feel it in the air. Days are cooler; nights are much cooler. Quite often, the mornings find the lake mirror-calm, reflecting the treeline on the other side and the quiet fishing boats, a far cry from the noisy jet skis of summer. Sometimes it is too cool or windy to paint on the porch, all the better to curl up with a book or needlefelting project, with an extra layer of fleece, hoping for an early visit from Harry North.

Saturday, September 11, 2021

Postcards from the Lake: Can It Really Be September?

I don't know what happened. I woke up and it was September.

And now, we are well into it. One can feel it in the air at the lake. The temperature dropped dramatically, there was one almost full-day of rain. The lake is quieter after Labor Day. Boats and docks are being pulled from the water, despite the fact that September will bring many gorgeous (and hopefully warmer) days.

Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Postcards from the Lake: August Books

After a banner reading month in July, I slowed down a little for August, with seven books on the list. This month they were all mysteries.

 "A Sea of Troubles" by Donna Leon

Sunday, September 5, 2021

Postcards from the Lake: Quiet Mornings, Loud Cat

I'm back at the lake, finally! And look who welcomed me back! 

Rick will join me for an extended time when he wraps up his annual Dalmac bike ride (Lansing, MI to Mackinac City, 100 miles a day). He's captaining a tandem with his friend Nino, pedaling behind. (Or not, as the case may be!) This early September is lovely and I wanted to be here sooner but life got in the way. You just have to fly with the birds and go with the flow.

Thursday, September 2, 2021

At Home: Cooking During a Fruit Fly Infestation

I'd take a photo of the fruit flies but they're so darned small and so fast I can't even slap them down!

I came home from art camp to a fruit fly infestation. This is bad and I don't know how it happened because I didn't leave any fruits or veggies on the counter or any of the other things Google tells me they like. All I know is that they seem to like it in my house and it's driving me nuts.

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

Postcards from the Lake: Art Camp - The Nature

In my last Art Camp post I mentioned that we had an unexpected guest during our time north. Life is good when you look out the porch window and see this.

Harry the Heron appears to have an up-north cousin, aka Harry North. And he was pretty stunning.

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