BUT WHERE ARE THE TREES?

ALL SIGNS LEAD TO THE PEACHES...

BUT, WHERE ARE THE TREES?

Monday, 7:00 AM. 65 degrees F at the ferry dock, 60 on the back porch.  Wind variable and calm.  The sky is clear with some haze, the humidity 88%.  The barometer stands at 30.06".  A chance of thunderstorms is predicted for tomorrow.  The high will be around 80 today. 
   We are planting ferns and grasses on a steep bluff embankment this morning, plants that we picked up in Rhinelander on Thursday and delivered to the job site on Friday.  It should be an interesting undertaking, and if we get rain tomorrow that will be perfect.

   Signs advertising "Tree Ripened Peaches" are everywhere on Hwy. 13, both south and north of Bayfield, and if one follows them one eventually gets to the farmyard where the peaches are being sold. But the big question is, where are the peach trees?  Right here in Bayfield, you would assume.  Wrong!  The peach trees are in Colorado, a thousand miles away.  Might as well go to the grocery store.

OFF THE CUFF

  If California environmentalists have their way, Wisconsin will soon become the nation's milk producing champion again, validating the pronouncement on our license plates that we are "America's Dairyland."  

   The California crazies have introduced legislation that would limit the number of the state's milk cows because of their methane emissions, which supposedly account for as much as half the  methane in the state's atmosphere.  This would be good for Wisconsin, as long as our own home-grown loonies don't start sniffing the air.  Cows are detrimental to the environment?  

   As though millions of buffalo didn't in times past poop and fart on the prairies.