I’ve yakked about strawberry picking before, so I’ll save the word and just show this year’s pictures.
What’s a perfect Saturday morning for you?
Strawberries!
Category Archives: Nature
Tips for the Trail
We’ve been completely on our own for almost six months now – our followers are up and we’re managing to keep daily posts going. Dale had a few unwritten rules for the trail and I thought it wouldn’t hurt if we spelled them out.
It is a baboon congress, so it’s not a very long list.
#1. Be kind.
#2. Don’t worry if you reply in the wrong place
#3. Avoid publishing any email addresses, phone numbers or addresses. (We do have more than 5,000 followers, so this is a just in case)
#4. Pass on the right
#5. Don’t worry if you are Off Topic!
#6. Try to find photos that are licensed for re-use.
#7. Be kind.
Do we need any other tips for the trail?
Toad in the Hole
Today’s post is from Jacque
OKOKOKO. I will start this acknowledging that the little critter in the picture is a frog. But “Toad in the Hole” is a vastly better title of this post than frog in the hole. So there it is.
Every summer we share our front patio area, just outside the front door, with the local frog population. And every summer a frog takes up residence in the spout of the watering can that I keep out there for watering plants or putting water in the dog bowl. Saturday morning I was weeding and cleaning up the flowers after the big wind and rain storm last week end. The dogs were in the yard with me. I always keep water available for them. As I attempted to pour the water, it was obvious it was clogged. And yes indeed, it was the annual frog.
It eventually popped out of the spout into the dog water dish. Bootsy immediately started lapping water, seeming not to care a bit if there was a frog in her water. It just stayed there for awhile. Later it returned to the spout, and I asked Lou to tip it forward to get the picture.
These frogs are a wonder. There are many of them. When my mother would visit in the summer, she loved sitting out there and watching them, too. That was the cheapest entertainment ever. I do not know how the frogs decide who gets to hang out in the spout. I suspect it is first come first serve. They seem to change colors, blending in with the bricks in a dull brown, or turning a bright green. And when they croak, we swear Godzilla is there on the patio with us (see VS’s recent Godzilla in the garden fantasy post). In the evenings, there is always one that sits behind the porch light, croaking. Godzilla in your ear.
What is outside your front door?
A Garden without Godzilla
Things have been pretty stressful for me here, especially at work, as several people who I work closely with have taken up offers on job buyouts from the State. Loss is not easy.
The recent post by VS about Godzilla made me think back on our recent visit to the Japanese Gardens in Portland. It is a pretty serene place.
I find it helpful to look back on these photos and remember the quiet, the beauty, and the peace.
What helps you find serenity when you are stressed?
A Day in the Life
Today’s post comes from Ben.
Been spending a lot of time in the tractor lately and I’ve seen lot of stuff through the windows or out the door. 
A view from the (tractor) door—
We started to see mama deer and fawns crossing the road. And then I nearly ran over this one: 
That’s the front wheel of the tractor on the right; the rear wheel of the tractor is just a few feet away. He must be brand new as he didn’t move.
Now I know you’re not supposed to touch them, but he’s in my way. And the woods are about 10’ to the right; this was the first round on the field. So I gently picked him up and carried him over to the grass. At that point he stood up and stumbled into the woods. Good luck, Godspeed!
The next day, different field, 20 yards ahead of me, a baby jumped up out of the grass and ran away. Same one?
And the day after that, another field, and another baby jumped out of the grass and ran away.
We have way too many deer and they eat my crops and actually cause me financial loss… but the babies are so cute!
And then there’s this:
Pulled it out of the ground last fall with the chisel plow, but forgot about. It’s about 6’ the long way and 6” thick.
Remember when I said I thought the rocks enjoyed being ‘rescued’? Some are more trouble than others…
Mostly my views are clouds and fields:
What is a day in the life like for you?
A Little Explore
For our anniversary a couple of weeks ago, Husband and I took the day off and went out exploring. It is particularly beautiful right now out in the hills surrounding Winona, and we headed south and west, and ended up in a little town of 657 souls called Rollingstone. Had lunch at Bonnie Ray’s Café – cute place, with photos of the locals papering the walls, pretty decent food. We got to meet Bonnie herself – she was wearing a t-shirt that said something like “Rollingstone – Before the Song, Before the Band”. Then we walked around town and played cribbage on a picnic table in the city park, from which we had this view.
We drove on back roads toward Lewiston, and knew our way to Farmers Park, a gorgeous county park situated in a flat spot among the hills. It’s a peaceful place with multiple picnic spots, and an old fashioned playground with not only teeter totters, but also a real merry-go-round.
When we left, I suggested we follow the road you see in the top photo, up a rutted, winding path that brought us to a cornfield on the ridge. We made our way along one gravel road after another, trying to guess which direction at each juncture, and finally came to a county highway. By now we were so turned around we had no idea what would get us back to our Hwy 14. (And we have no smart phone.) Eureka! – I remembered a map I had picked up just that week, which showed a good bit of area around Winona; we turned left onto County Hwy. 23, made our way home.
Before (or lacking) smart phones, how did you manage to find your way when lost?
Boathouse
The first time Husband brought me to Winona, probably in summer of 1978, he introduced me to people in town, people out in the country, and one person in a boathouse (which is what residents prefer to call it, rather than houseboat). It was a tiny one room affair, compact and cleverly furnished, and I remember thinking how fun it would be to live there down on the river. It was so compact! I thought it would be similar to living in the trailer as we had those three summers I’ve written here about – very freeing to downsize, and get closer to nature.
I haven’t been aboard a boathouse since moving back here, but have driven on Latsch Island (in the Mississippi, between Winona and Wisconsin) – the boathouse community seems alive and well. I see that MPR recently did a short piece by Catharine Richert, based in Rochester on what it takes to live in a boathouse – not many residents tough it out for the entire winter. There are the animals (muskrats, turtles, snakes, spiders, mice, frogs) to contend with. Then there is the special “maintenance” invisible to landlubbers: ice buildup during the freeze-thaw cycle. The article states: “Unless the ice is kept at bay, water might flood in through a crack under a door or at the seam between the hull and an outer wall. It can pull the house apart, or under.”
But a close-knit community has grown up over the decades, demonstrating “ongoing communal learning with lessons passed on from houseboat owner to houseboat owner”, since there is no Boathouse Guidebook. Richie Swanson tells, for instance, of ” ‘popping barrels’ — the ritual of forcing sealed plastic barrels under a houseboat to help it float, which Swanson said can take off a finger or a foot if you’re not careful. Swanson said the process is often a group effort among people who share a passion.”
A friend of mine is pictured toward the end of the article… in the purple slippers. She now lives in town, but keeps her boathouse for a work studio. I hope to see this place in person some day.
I agree with the article’s author, “It seems an enviable life for anyone who loves nature, except in those times when nature tries to take back the neighborhood.”
What is the closest you’ve come to living “with nature”?
A Moment of Silence. Maybe Not
Today’s post comes from NorthShorer
What comment do I need to make about these guests beside my 
patio? Better than any fashion runway, huh? Oops. That was a comment.
I was going to suggest a moment of silence for the beauty lost in all the ugliness. But then that would make for a dull day on a blog.
What wonder–human or in nature–lost in ugliness, busyness, or confusion do you want to commend today?
A Day at the Zoo
It was a beautiful day for the zoo. In the morning, as many families were still hunting for eggs and chocolate bunnies, we headed off. Starting off in the Tropics we discovered that every morning they simulate a little thunder shower near Gibbon Island. Since Young Adult and I have easily been to the zoo 50 times in her lifetime, it was quite a surprise that we’d never encountered it before.
The moose and bears were in fine form and the Amur leopards were all three putting on a fine show. We happened upon coyote feeding and, of course, sat through the bird show. We packed a partial lunch which was supplemented by waffle fries and then wandered up to The Farm for baby goat, piglet and calf petting. And then there was the obligatory 20 minutes of watching YA pet sharks in Discovery Bay.
But the most amazing display was YA, who suggested the outing to the zoo in the first place, willingly posed for several photos, engaged in conversation about our straw bale gardening over lunch and even said thank you after I purchased popcorn for her. It was a beautiful day.
What is a favorite haunt of yours?
I Can Resist Everything Except Temptation
I stopped at Bachmans early on Saturday morning to get a few tomato cages, in a hopefully not vain effort to keep Guinevere out of my lily garden. It took me quite some time to find a parking spot; it was amazing to me that so many people were there with so many uncertain weather weeks ahead of us. I made an offhand remark about how crowded it was when I was checking out. The cashier nodded and said “People were lined up outside this morning when we opened. It’s the Lily Society weekend.”
I purposed don’t keep track of this weekend because goodness knows I have enough lilies. In the looks department, irises are my favorite but in all the other departments (sturdiness, variety of color, quickness to spread), lilies take the cake. And I have plenty. Last summer my neighbor said “it looks like the lilies are having a color war in your yard”.
I almost turned back twice before I got to my car, thinking of the varieties, the colors, the low price. Bachmans was in my rear-view mirror before long and I breathed a sigh of relief.
But I still have to get through Sunday!
What tempts you?
Trail Baboon 