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| YORK ISLAND... ALMOST LOST IN THE EVENING HAZE |
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| LUPINES |
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| THAR'S GOLD IN THEM THAR PUDDLES |
Saturday, 8:00AM. 63 degrees F, wind SW, calm. The sky is a hazy blue. The humidity is 80% and the barometer predicts rain; but I think not until late afternoon or evening, if then.
As they promised, the white pines released their pollen in earnest yesterday, in great, billowing clouds. The golden dust covers everything, an extreme example of the luxuriance of nature. A brief cloudburst left puddles so filled with the yellow stuff that one might contemplate panning them for gold.
The lupines are at their peak, the rather stolid blue spikes accentuated by shades of pink, and even white. Their nativity is something of a mystery, but one cannot deny their beauty (search my previous blogs for more information on their origin).
Commentary: the President said yesterday that “the private economy is doing just fine.” He obviously hasn’t spent any time in northern Wisconsin.
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