Thursday, 7:30 AM. 58 degrees, wind NW, calm. The channel is smooth, the barometer predicts rain, and the sky is mostly blue and hazy. We are having what is for us, summer weather.Yesterday the big dogs swam in the lake, enjoying retrieving in the icy water.
At noon we (minus dogs) all piled into two cars and drove the 50 miles to the Delta Diner, taking paved forest road 236, one of my favorite drives anywhere, about half of that distance. Joan and I put the top down and the grandkids got wind blown in the back seat and we all got too much sun. The burgers and authentic malted milk shakes were a real treat. This is a place not-to-be-missed when hereabouts (Google Delta Diner). It always takes me back to high school days in West Allis, Wisconsin, when a bunch of us guys would pile into my hot rod wannabe and go to Trudy’s drive in to watch the car hops in their short-shorts deliver our orders to the car window, much like in the "Happy Days" TV series of some years ago. On the way back from Delta we saw a doe with a tiny fawn by the roadside.
There is a much maligned tree blooming now that I have always liked, contrarian that I am. It is black locust, Robinia pseudoacacia, a native of the southern states and considered invasive elsewhere by many. It is a legume, so can exist on sterile soils. It blooms beautifully, with huge panicles of white pea-like flowers that smell like lemon meringue pie. It was popular among early settlers because it grows fast, and the hard wood is rot resistant and excellent for fence posts. I think it would make a good street tree.
Dutch, Leslie and the baby will arrive in time for dinner today, and there is a ton of work to do before Sunday.
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