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Butterfly?

6/29/2015

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Hey friends, does anyone know what kind of a winged critter this is? It has no legs and cannot fly, although the constant flapping and fluttering of its wings will likely cause some crazy weather on the other side of the world within the next couple days.
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A tribute to Ma

6/28/2015

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My brother Chris and I paid special tribute to our mother this evening. We boated out on the lake at dusk, placed her ashes into a flying lantern, and watched her soar above the water she has loved so greatly over the years before touching down and forever becoming a part of this beautiful lake.
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Breakfast

6/20/2015

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Aaah... Saturday breakfast with nature's place setting.
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My mother's lilacs

6/20/2015

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Ma went on her merry way March 3. Her spirit was regal.

Today I planted a white lilac in her memory - a special white lilac that she discovered beside our driveway in town a few years ago. I dug up a shoot.

It's beside the entrance to camp, at the foot of the main steps. Climb up, turn right, and go into the cabin. Turn left and enter the White Pine Palace.

I think Ma has visited almost every year for the last 50, whether I've been in Alaska, Nova Scotia, or here in Ontario. Her spirit is special.

I miss her, especially, right now. Mighty thankful, though, for the wonderful years and years together.

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Gallery in the Palace

6/20/2015

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My friend Gerry Rodeghero from Illinois has been coming here for 51 years - long and wonderful story. Yesterday he brought me this framed picture from last year on Lac Seul. I hung it in the Palace. Could this be the start of a gallery?
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Wine and butterflies

6/19/2015

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Last evening I took this picture of a bottle of wine, but I don't remember why. Wonder if I posted it somewhere?

Oh, well. Here. Look at these two butterflies...

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Wild Wild Irises

6/18/2015

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Another day at the office. Why can't we spend a luscious afternoon once in a while snuggled among the wild irises at the lakeshore?
Oh, wait...
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Just supposing...

6/16/2015

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Have you ever sat in your office, looking longingly out the window at a sunny Tuesday morning, and heard a seductive voice that seemed to whisper "chicken wings" and then found yourself a couple hours later lounging beside a rack of drumettes smoking happily on a cedar plank in your barbecue?

Nah. Me neither.

But, suppose something like that really did happen to you. What would you say when you got home?

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But I wanted begonias

6/9/2015

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It's rainy today and the atmosphere is gray with clouds and filled with the smoke of forest fires hundreds of miles west of here. Seemed like a good time to hit the greenhouse and pick up two hanging baskets of flowers for camp.

I was tickled when I walked into the shelter out of the rain and spotted a good friend hunched over the table of plants, poking through what's left of the spring selection. The pickings aren't the greatest by this time of year, but the greenhouse rejects are a pretty good price compared to what they cost at the height of the prime planting season a week ago.

My friend hadn't heard me come in, so, in my best grade-school impersonation of authority, I called out, "HEY! What are you doing poking through the plants like that?"

That's always a fun way to greet a friend you haven't seen in awhile, especially on a gloomy day when a cheerful chuckle will splash some sunlight into a chance meeting.

At that, a middle aged lady I've never seen before turned around and stared at me with a look of astonishment, the likes of which I also have never seen before.

I sputtered... and came away with baskets of geraniums. But I had really wanted begonias.

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The Osprey said to look again

6/7/2015

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Friday on the way to camp something caught my eye - a rock, maybe, with the slant of sunlight that you catch for only a moment. I watched as we approached, then glided past, hurrying to begin the weekend.

The sight stayed with me. Haunting, in a way. Soon I turned back, and put ashore. I wondered if it might be the place I'd stumbled upon 37 years ago, with a little tumble-down cabin up in the trees, the place I've been searching for these past few summers.

I did a quick walk-through the thick undergrowth without finding anything of interest. I wasn't dressed for thrashing through the bush, and was more intent on getting to camp than exploring, but promised myself to return some time.

At camp, I met a raven - beak to beak - at a distance of two feet. My eyes were on the steps as I climbed to the deck, marveling at the huge deposits left by flying birds. One was the size of a small pie, right in the middle of the step where I wanted to plant a foot.

At the top step I looked up and peered smack on into the face of a huge raven on my deck rail looking right back at me. Pleased, because I've been trying to make friends with Ray and Honey, the raven pair nesting 100 yards down the shoreline, I started talking in my gentlest voice. "Howdy, neighbor. Thanks for stopping by. How are you today?"

He didn't say anything, but looked like he was hearing a foreign language and was trying to understand. That's what it seemed like.

Watching this goofy show unfold, Rosie and Boomer came bounding up to see what the conversation was all about. With two dogs pouncing, the raven took one look, jumped a foot in the air, flapped one wing, and promptly plummeted, face first, straight down, seven feet, to the ground. It was a pitiful display.

For the next half minute I felt like the Saturday night bouncer at Bubba's Bar, trying to separate dogs and raven. Eventually, I got them separated and we watched as the young raven hopped through the weeds and undergrowth like a cowboy on a pogo stick.

As I cast a minnow off the dock a few minutes later I could still see that raven, caroming along the lakeshore, bounding from rock to rock, in his clumsy, but successful escape. I caught two fat walleyes on my first two casts, and put my rod away for the rest of the weekend, as that would be plenty for my weekend meals.

The rest of Friday was pretty lazy. I got the hot tub moved from one side of the yard to the other side, beside the new palace deck. I had hoped for help, but eventually just went ahead and did it, hernia be damned. Did lots of barbequing. Lots of relaxing.

By Sunday morning I just had to go explore my newly discovered site. It had been on my mind for the last two days. It's only about a mile from camp, so between showers I boated over and scouted around, looking for Marilyn's cabin.

It was wet and hot, and tough going in the tangle of growth. Marilyn hasn't been there for about 60 years - when she was a girl in the 1950s. I haven't seen the site since 1978 - about 37 years. Even now we don't know if my quest is the site of her old camp. But it might be.

After an hour, I had found an old broken dish and a couple of rusty tin cans, but no sign of the old cabin, and rain was threatening, so I decided to head back to camp. As I pushed off shore and was preparing to take some parting pictures, an Osprey flew overhead and glided into a tall spruce tree right where I had been searching. Here's a picture of him.

Also shown is a black and white picture Marilyn sent me. It's her camp, with flag flying out front, taken sometime in the 1940s or 1950s, and a picture I took this morning of the shoreline where I went to explore.

I think the Osprey sent me the message to go take another look on some fine, sunny day.

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