Cool air. Can you see the cool air coming out of the registers here at the lake? I can't see it either but I sure can feel it. When the cottage was built the air conditioning unit was installed but not completely hooked up because it was below zero outside. This morning the HVAC guy came and finished the job, just in time for the weather to change from cool and rainy to hot and humid. Nice.
Nothing too exciting going on other than that. We had a nice dinner with Tom and Robin at the Rabbit Room on Thursday. We borrowed brother Mike's trailer and drove to Victor and picked up bales of pine straw to spread behind the house where it is simply too shady for grass to grow. I love walking on pine straw. We'll use it later this week to pick up some wood pallets Dave's old partners have saved for us. They'll be the foundation of Dave's Lake of Fire (our 3rd of July party) bonfire.
|John helped build the last one in 2014|
We've been monkeying with the driveway (ding dong) alarm which is supposed to chime when someone pulls into the driveway. It does that, but it also chimes when a motorcycle goes by and sometimes chimes for no apparent reason. Lewis jumps each time it makes noise so we're trying to fine tune the system to avoid unnecessary ding donging.
Evenings bring the waterbird mom's out with their kiddies. We really enjoy watching them parade by. These gals run tight ships and their little ones do exactly as they're told.
|Mallard Mom and babies|
|the Merganser mob|
Tonight there was a bit of a traffic jam and Mrs. Merganser had to move her brood out of the path of an incoming Canada Goose family. They're bigger.
Our Welcome Home Robin is also busy feeding her two (maybe three) babies over our entry light fixture. We're hoping they are all Robins and not baby Huey's from a lazy Cow Bird like we often had at our farm.
|they look like Robins....|
|a baby Huey fledgling from a tiny Wren's nest at the farm|
It was quite hot and humid today. That's not a complaint, just a description of our weather. We sometimes take a beach umbrella out to the end of the dock to provide a little shade for our delicate flower, Lewis. Don't laugh, he's black and wears a very heavy curly coat so the blazing sun is not his friend. At any rate, Dave and I sat on the dock with our feet dangling in the water, cooling off, and a gust of wind blew Lew's shade over our heads in right into the lake.
Dave, being the gentleman he is, downed the last of his happy hour gin and jumped in and swim out to grab the umbrella as the waves began to take it away.
From the sound of his voice as he came to the surface I knew the water was still very cold. Anything for dear Lew.
He was very appreciative of Dave's efforts but didn't really want to sit under his now soggy umbrella so he trotted off the dock and parked himself in the shady grass near the cottage.