Wednesday, 7:30 AM, 63 degrees, wind NW, calm at present. The channel is lightly wrinkled. The barometer predicts rain, and skies are mostly overcast with high, thin white and gray clouds. It is quite humid and we will probably have some showers, which are needed.
Greta’s dogs are performing beautifully, Atticus very workmanlike and dependable, and Raven. even though still a puppy, looking very fast and flashy.
Nick fell off his scooter and got all scraped up and is wearing a bunch of Bandaids like little medals.
The strawberries are ripening in Bayfield gardens, and the kids can pick them at the berry farms by the weekend. The blueberries will soon follow.
The boat is getting cleaned and readied little by little and hopefully will be in the water by the weekend so we can ride along the shore and around Basswood Island looking for eagles and loons.
I have an old fashioned ‘Harrison’s Yellow’ rose in the front yard which has survived a couple of moves and finally is happy . I think this is also ‘The Yellow Rose of Texas’ of story and song, very appropriately blooming for the arrival of our Texas contingent.
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