We've been brightening up things with a few planted pots of summer flowers, watching boats go by, reading, and doing a few projects around the cottage.
|part of Dave's waterfront woodshop|
Dave built wooden valances over the windows in the living rooms to provide a bit of upward reflecting light in the evenings.
|attaching the new lighting valance|
It's hard to get a good photograph of the quality of light they provide in the evenings, but we're very happy with this little project.
Our bird feeding station has been a huge success....so much so that the squirrels and chipmunks are stuffing themselves and we've even had nighttime raccoon raid.
|Mrs. Oriole savors the last bits of grape jelly|
Our fly-in, seed eating friends become cross with each other when the seed levels drop dramatically.
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Dave is trying a new, natural, method to try and discourage these greedy guys. He's attached thorny wild rose bush canes on the staff - we'll see if that makes them think twice.
We've also been slowing working on turning one half of the lower level into a bedroom and bathroom. Dave has moved his "work shop" to the other side and is now putting up walls. I am, rather reluctantly, organizing, consolidating and making large "Good Will" piles. Lewis supervises from the open doorway (while keeping an eye on the neighbor's new dog)
He keeps his distance lest we recruit his help. One time we fooled him into coming in to help and then plopped him on the grooming table and mowed his wooly self. Fool him once, shame on us, fool him twice, shame on him.
|you calling me?|
And then there are the "lake only" types of jobs such as vacuuming spiders from ceilings and windows and fishing out the huge Northern Pike that occasionally float up onto our little beach area.
|Dave and Lewis check out the fish's mouthful of sharp teeth|
I've been cooking and baking a lot.. We figured out that I have made 73 dinners, in a row. That doesn't count the lunches and baked goods. I miss restaurants.
It's rhubarb season and Dave's favorite desserts revolve around all things rhubarb. We used to grow a wonderful patch of it at the farm but since then I have had my sources nearby. This year is different. I resorted to buying some HUGE stalks at our local grocery store (which will remain nameless) a few weeks ago. I should have known better but tis the season and Dave loves it so.
I made a crisp with it, no sense going through the trouble of constructing a pie when I pretty much knew how it was going to turnout. Yep, the crisp part was decious but the rhubarb (cut into tiny pieces) remained as crisp and fiberous as if I'd made a celery crisp. It went in the garbage.
But....dear friends came to the rescue with an armful of tender, freshly cut rhubarb and I made lots of goodies with it. Crisps, upside down cake and strawberry rhubarb muffins.
|Rhubarb Upside Down Cake|
Dave's birthday is tommorrow.....what new rhubarb creation can I come up with for his dinner?
So.....that's basically all I have for now. Stay tuned (she says hopefully)...
|spring color on our Copper Beech tree|
|last of spring's lilacs|