JUST HANGIN' 'ROUND

CHANNEL ICE STILL HANGIN'  'ROUND...

...VIEW FROM THE PORCH LATE YESTERDAY AFTERNOON

Saturday,  8:15 AM.  41 degrees F but warming up quickly.  Wind SSW, variable... light to moderate.  The sky is clear for a welcome change, the humidity is down to 72% and the barometer has risen a bit to 29.88".  I saw a number of chipping sparrows flitting about in the branches on our walk and heard a lot of small bird song and I imagine that the spring warbler migration will swoop in any day now.  And, it is time to put the humming bird feeders out, as the males always arrive in Bayfield on or before May 15th.  They come to claim their territory, which if one is fortunate includes a feeder, and the females follow.  Good luck, guys!
   I have been alerted to the fact that the poet Robert Frost enunciated in poetry something akin  to what I wrote in my post of May 6th about aspen flowers, in Nothing Gold Can Stay:

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leafs a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.
   

   Today is Dumpster Day in Bayfield, the once-a-year opportunity to get rid of almost anything at no cost.  Four huge containers are parked in the public parking lots  on Washington Ave. and Broad Street.  A city crew with end loaders will be on hand to help put junk into the dumpsters.  I spent a good deal of time taking several pickup loads down yesterday to beat the rush.  It is amazing what useless, broken or outmoded stuff one can collect in a few years. 

   Meanwhile, the channel ice just won't go away, like a guest that won't leave when the party's over...reminds me of the iconic comedian Red Skelton, and the rather dim-witted character Clem Kaddidlehopper  he depicted who always started a story with, "I wasn't doin' nuttin'...I was just hangin' 'round"...