Rocky Top

There are storms here that bring in stone. I shovel that stone some of the way back to where it came from or I use it for another purpose. I don't think I will be shoveling these.

This pile of rocks came ashore from a barge this morning and will eventually make its way to the end of the north jetty. The patch looks bigger than the small jetty (in its very broken state) looks. Kids have been playing on the pile all day. All weekend it was the rubber ramp that brought the backhoe out to the barge that served as jungle gym. It was like a giant diving board extending out into the small bay. I would have thought that the kids would come off covered in dirt and fuel but I didn't hear any yelling.  We will see what the next step is tomorrow. Will they add to the pile or begin to work getting these transported to the end of the jetty?  Check back later to solve the mystery.

The Best of Times

This is the ideal time of year here. There is a pace to the days which is so much more healthy than the scramble of the summer and the wondering of the winter. The spring always sees so much to tend to (all enjoyable) and at a breakneck pace again. The fall is more leisurely.

Storm windows are down and a great number of windows got washed when that happened. That good look only holds up until the next wind comes up but it is a good feeling all the same. The kayaks have been strapped up in the basement and bit by bit the summer furniture is cleared from the yard so that there will be room for the boardwalk in a months time. I ran the generator a little bit longer last weekend to see that it got a good run before we really need it. I dialed back the timers for the Light and for the parking lot too. The hoses were put away and I began to cut back some flowers. The daisies have begun to pop to put an exclamation point on the gardens.  Autumn is good.

Each of these pictures gives you another slice of the fall. In the top shot you get a sense of all the color that arrives when we have a red sky at night.  There are still a good number of boats in the harbor and the picture gets about 20 percent of what the naked eye saw that night. It was amazing.

In the bottom shot a wet suit clad neighbor walked down from First Cliff and went fishing off a stone 40 yards offshore. At first I thought he was a surfer until he wasn't riding anything in. He was out there two nights and I had a guest come up to the house worried he had somehow become marooned. Because I had seen him walk in the night before I settled our guest's nerves and sent him along. I don't think any fish were caught.

October knocks and we let it in. It is the best time here.