Lake Manitou lies quiet now. Treasure Island once again beckons to the beaver. If it isn't fenced--it's gone. This can do some good, as there's nothing like a beaver to clear away the overgrowth and brush of summer. Every once in awhile a bush falls prey. We tried using bird netting on this one, hoping the beaver wouldn't risk entanglement. Our mistake.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
We have had the most amazing fall. We had just three days that you could even call "cold." The temperature overnight just brushed 32 degrees. The rest of the days have been shirtsleeve weather until yesterday. Still, the trees are turning as always. Growing up, I was always told that it took a good cold snap to set the color. Not so--and I'm posting the evidence! Treasure Island is filled with reds and yellows, and the shore is starting to turn as well. Now the weather is indeed getting brisker. Stay cozy and warm everyone.
at 7:51 PM
Sunday, October 10, 2010
There lived on the shore of Manitou an elderly gentleman. He dispensed bait and pier parts and other things a fisherman might need. His disposition was always sunny. One day my wife asked him if he had a secret to his longevity. He thought--and then with a smile--he said, "well, every morning I walk to the water's edge and look to the heavens and say, 'thank you Lord for this day.'" Today is one of those days on Manitou. We are into Indian Summer, the lake is a mill pond with just a bit of breeze. We are in our shirtsleeves, and are indeed thankful for this day.
at 12:38 PM