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Sunday, October 23, 2005

The Lake



O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live.
-William Wordsworth














A lake carries you
into recesses of feeling
otherwise impenetrable.
- William Wordsworth



A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature.
It is earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
- Henry David Thoreau









To The Lake
In Spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less -
So lovely was the loneliness


Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody -
Then - ah, then, I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.






Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight -
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define -














Nor Love - although the love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

Edgar Allan Poe

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Diary of a dog

Diary of a dog
8:00 a.m. - barked at the door to get outside.
8:05 a.m. barked at the door to get inside.
8:06 a.m. back in bed asleep.
10:00 a.m. barked at the door to get outside.
10:05 a.m. grazed, chewed on grass, followed 'master' around the yard.
10:30 a.m. gagged and choked on grass that was chewed.
10:35 a.m. horrible wretching, very scary and 'master' just yelled at me.
10:40 a.m. barked a lot at squirrels - was fun.
11:00 a.m. annoyed by constant mowing.
11:05 a.m. more gagging and throwing up of previously ingested grass.
11:10 a.m. found sunny spot to sleep
11:15 a.m. it's a good day to be a dog, but secretly wish 'master' would go away.
12:30 p.m. gate left open, snuck out while 'master' was hanging laundry

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Back home in Minnesota

The leaves are changing colors and falling so fast I almost missed it.
It's good to be home!

Monday, October 17, 2005

A rose


ROSES
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
They sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
George Eliot 1819-1880

Lake Michigan - Wisconsin side




Sunday, October 16, 2005

Fall color in Michigan

Not yet peak in Michigan, but a beautiful beginning...
The last of the buttercup squash came home with me to Minnesota.
The big ones have already been harvested. They are delicious!
Jacob getting his home work done late Sunday night.

Beautiful colors around the yard.

A big friendly dog makes a great companion in the woods!

Sunday in Michigan

Plenty of food and drink for all the hard workers...
The view of the new deck from the edge of the woods.
The deck crew - floor is in!
One deck off the master bedroom with a walkway to the main deck.
Great crew!

The neighbors Art sale in Michigan





Saturday, October 15, 2005

Saturday

Greg's friends gather to cut down some trees in his woods.
Jacob helps out with the mowing.

The dogs all gather to greet a friend coming up the drive.
My favorite pastime when I visit - walking the drive way with Lisa and the dogs!
Buster racing to give me a friendly greeting.
A view from the road.

We have lots of cooking to do for all the help coming.
The walk back to the house...very peaceful place even
with all the guys working in the woods around us.
They are chopping enough wood to last the winter.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Coming home in Kalamazoo...

The return home from the hospital - a great day!
The beautiful river behind Greg and Lisa's house.


Jacob!
The lake in front of Greg and Lisa's house.