|BAYFIELD'S SHORELINE AS SEEN FROM PIONEER PARK|
A short rush of rain around 5 a.m. and it was gone again leaving us with cloudy skies for the day. Made it into the low 40's again. A short drive for Pheebs and I into Bayfield and around a bit. Never even bothered with a coffee. We were home again almost before we knew we had even left. Guess I could have flustered myself around outside working on the clean-up but I was hard pressed to drum up any enthusiasm for that. Well Okay so I had to push a little harder than hard and finally with the encouragement of a short sun splash I was finally able to drag myself out the door and at least pick up a few sticks. Well that of course spurred me on to bigger and better things and it wasn't long and I was emptying our wood shed of summer's lawn ornaments and wheelbarrowing them to a distribution point. We're talking some serious exercise here of course. Nice to see a bit of melting going on today too and I figure by the end of August our front yard frog pond should finally be clear of ice.
|THE BROWN COLOR IN THE ICE IS SAND|
|BAYFIELD'S MORNING WALKERS|
|NOPE NOT A ROCKY SHELF....SAND IN THE ICE|
|I'M GUESSING THE CONSTRUCTION WORK ON THE SOUTH PIER HAD TO DO WITH PUTTING A NEW CONCRETE TOP ON IT.....I DID SEE A LOT OF CEMENT TRUCKS THERE EARLIER IN THE WEEK|
|ALWAYS A BIG SPRING SHED CLEAN UP|
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste, all the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I walked to the store it was less a walk than a lumber.
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared, The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese. And the way I'd never said, 'No thank you, please.'
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt and prepared once again to do battle with dirt--- I said to myself, as I only can 'You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!'
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip, Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip Every last bit of food that I like must be banished 'Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick. I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick. I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie, I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore--- But isn't that what January is for? Unable to giggle, no longer a riot. Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
What do you get when two giraffes collide? A giraffic jam.
Nice to see all the ice on the lake and pier. I was in shorts helping a guy launch his air boat today. Mid 70's and breezy. In a month I will be looking in my shed and wondering why I packed things that way. Then unpacking and doing the same thing you did today. Fun indeed.ReplyDelete
Nice that you got out and about playing in the yard, Good to hear that the ice should be off the pond by August.ReplyDelete
The sand on the ice is so cool!! Looks like different tile pieces. Always fun to watch the garden come back to life with all the goodies back out.ReplyDelete
Dang, it sure looks cold up your way. Glad I made the decision to move south.ReplyDelete