|LYING IN THE LEE|
|WHITE PINE POLLEN CONES|
|BRIDAL WREATH SPIREA|
Thursday, 7:00 AM. 48 degrees, wind ENE, strong. It rained all night and is still raining after having gotten over an inch, as the barometer predicts more. Madeline Island is enshrouded in fog. We are still in the grip of a Nor’easter. Our travelers going back to Texas reported tornadoes in Nebraska and Kansas, and very hot weather.
A large freighter (but not a “thousand footer”) spent time waiting out the storm yesterday in the lee between Madeline Island and Long Island. I can’t see if it is still there this morning
The male cones of the white pines are bursting with pollen, and as soon as we get a drying wind the air will be filled with clouds of the yellow dust and I will have a stuffy nose again.
The old fashioned bridal wreath Spireas are blooming all over town, gracing the fronts of Nineteenth-century homes.