IT'S OFFICIALLY OFFICIAL AT LAST......OUR PARK HAS A NEW OWNER:))

A SHORT WALK IN THE WOODS THIS MORNING

After 3 years of numerous rumors and speculations, it has finally been confirmed our Five Seasons Park has officially been sold.  Below is the confirmation of that so thus ends an era and at the same time begins a new one.  The Park's old sack of seemingly unsolvable problems has finally been traded in for a new sack of.....well, we don't know yet but I figure a new sack of unknowns is better than the old sack of ongoing problems we had.  We welcome the new owners:)) 

 OUR NEW PARK OWNERS....THE VERHOOG FAMILY

 I THINK WITH THIS QUESTIONNAIRE THE NEW OWNERS ARE STARTING OFF ON THE RIGHT FOOT AND A MEETING  WITH THE NEW FOLKS WILL COMING UP AT THE PARK'S CLUBHOUSE SHORTLY 

Cloudy skies and a touch on the cool side this morning so rather than go too far afield Pheebs and I headed for Bayfield's Cemetery to take a walk in a hardwood forest along the cemetery's east side.  Without sunshine filtering down through the heavy canopy of leaves it was a bit of a walk on the dark side.  No amazing discoveries were found, no mountains climbed, or streams forded.  No animals were seen and no voices were heard.  Just a quiet little stroll through last Autumn's leaves on the forest floor.  It was a nice peaceful morning in the woods for me and my best Pal:))

 HEADING INTO THE DARK FOREST

 DID YOU SEE THE PHEEBS?

 SCRUFFLING THROUGH THE LEAVES

Home again I tried talking myself into doing some window washing but often times I don't really listen to myself much and today was another one of those times.  I did walk around with my clippers trimming back greenery where it was intruding upon walkways and such.  

 A YOUNG LONE PINE TREE IN A CLEARING SURROUNDED BY LARGE HARDWOOD TREES HAS CHALLENGES AHEAD OF IT

Kelly had a good night's sleep for a change but did spend a moderate slice of the day resting between bouts of putting things away from her Brockport trip.  She was also outside for a bit pulling weeds and luckily today, the weeds weren't pulling back for a change.

 PHEEBS CHECKS OUT A FAIRIES HOUSE 

 AN OUT OF FOCUS PHEEBS BEHIND A FEW IN FOCUS LEAVES

 HERE'S LIBBY PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK WITH PHEEBS AND I THIS MORNING

IT WAS THE RED FLOWERS AGAINST THE GREY AND BLACK BACKGROUND THAT CAUGHT MY ATTENTION HERE

I'm having quite a time with the squirrels.  The squirrel-proof birdfeeder I bought late last winter has turned out to not quite be so squirrel-proof.  The black squirrels haven't figured out how to get into the feeder yet but 'Little Red has!!  Little Red is of course a smaller Red Squirrel that has been driving me around the bend for the last 3 years or so.  Little Red has breached almost every feeder we have but I say 'almost'.  He has not been able to get onto our bird station since I put the larger PVC pipe stand under it two summers ago.  However, it's only a matter of time because the trees and branches have been growing closer to the feeder, and already the black squirrels are able to make the 10' leap from branch to feeder.  I have put up barriers but to no avail and I really don't want to cut more branches off our little oriental cherry tree.  One of the black squirrels has been able to shinny up that PVC pipe to reach the bird seed platform so I had to get out some car wax and wax the pole.  That squirrel has not made it up the post since, but I'm sure it's only a question of time.   Oh, such dilemmas we humans sometimes feel necessary to create for ourselves.  And we seem to create more of those dilemmas on slow days as opposed to busy days.  In other words, welcome to the Senior years......

 HERE'S THE NEWEST KID ON THE BLOCK WHO JUST ARRIVED TODAY

 HIS FRIENDS CALL HIM 'TOMMY TWO-TONE

I KNOW ABOUT SQUIRRELS AND THIS GUY DEFINITELY HAS MISCHIEF IN HIS EYES

Okay, so to add insult to injury here, Little Red, obviously peeking through our overhead sunlight, saw me writing about him, and with that he ran out along the branch and ski-daddled down the chain to the feeder.  Not only did he start munching down seeds at a record pace but he mooned me too.  That did it!!  I went racing out of the house making big hissing noises and chased him with a broom.  Oh my shattered nerves:((   

 WITH HIS WEIGHT PULLING THE PROTECTIVE CAGE DOWN HE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO GET HIS HEAD IN THERE TO  GET AT THE SEEDS AND  PEANUTS

  BUT HIS WEIGHT DOESN'T PULL THE WIRE CAGE DOWN QUITE FAR ENOUGH

 HERE HE IS SCOOPING OUT THE SEEDS TO GET AT THE PEANUTS

 THIS IS WHAT THE FEEDER NORMALLY LOOKS LIKE WITHOUT ANY WEIGHT PULLING THE SPRING LOADED WIRE CAGE DOWN

At the time of posting this tonight, we are under a heavy rain warning as an approaching cold front is poised to steamroll through our area possibly leaving all of us feeling like a bunch of wet noodles in the morning.  Of course, as with other weather warnings this Spring, this one could be yet another dribble in a teapot............. 

GROANER'S CORNER:(( Four old retired guys are walking down a street in London. They turn a corner and see a sign that says, "Old Timers Bar - All drinks 10p." They look at each other and then go in, thinking, this is too good to be true.  The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, "Come on in and let me pour one for you! What'll it be, gentlemen?" There's a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a martini. In no time the bartender serves up four iced martinis—shaken, not stirred—and says, "That'll be 10p each, please."  The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other. They can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40p, finish their martinis, and order another round. Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender again saying, "That's 40p, please." They pay the 40p, but their curiosity gets the better of them. They've each had two martinis and haven't even spent a £1 yet.  Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a 10p a piece?"  "I'm a retired tailor," the bartender says, "and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for £25 million and decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10p. wine, liquor, beer -- it's all the same."  "Wow! That's some story!" one of the men says.  As the four of them sip at their martinis, they can't help noticing seven other people at the end of the bar who don't have any drinks in front of them and haven't ordered anything the whole time they've been there.  Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men asks the bartender, "What's with them?"  The bartender says, "They're from Scotland. They're waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price."

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"Knock, knock. "Who's there?"  "Nobel."  "Nobel who?"  "No bell that's why I knocked."

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Dad is down at the Toyota auto dealership, looking at potential choices.  “Cargo space?” he asks.  The salesman, slightly confused, finally replies, “Car no do that... car go road.”

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