Now that spring has decidedly arrived it is seasonably conducive to sitting on the porch to have a cold one after quitting time.
Not every day - but most days.
Doggo approved...
Door County, Wisconsin, USA - Where the strong survive and the weak are killed and eaten.
Now that spring has decidedly arrived it is seasonably conducive to sitting on the porch to have a cold one after quitting time.
Not every day - but most days.
Doggo approved...
Salted in the shell peanuts, my trusty sidekick and a frosty beer from our friendly neighbors to the north….
Compared to the abundance of pollinators we were witness-to during COVID butterflies seem to have fallen in numbers of late. At least that is my anecdotal observation. Especially Monarchs.
Anyway, while having coffee on the porch a Red Admiral paid a call.
After working in the garden it's always good to retire to the porch with my sidekick to enjoy a bowl of salted in the shell porch peanuts, a frosty Canadian lager and watch a spring thunder storm roll-in.
It's quitting time after-all.
Raising a toast to our friendly neighbors to the north!
Doggo and I are roughing it for a couple of day while Jill is away.
This evening we enjoyed porch peanuts and a frosty import.
Fresh sautéed mushrooms.
Steak and baked potato - including snipped chives from the kitchen garden.
And a beautiful peninsula sunset for for desert....
Started the day with some snow-covered whitetails and finishing with a photo from last Saturday.
65F on the sunny side of the porch.
What a difference a few days makes.....
Nevertheless, the astronomical first day of spring here in the northern hemisphere is tomorrow; with the arrival of the spring equinox.
That said, we've scored some spectacularly warm days lately that are mindful of summer weather. Just the other day I popped-open the windows on the west side of the house so I could watch the news with a glass of Merlot and listen to the finches feeding just the other side of the screen.
There has also been several porch beer days in the 70F sunshine.
We rotated a new coffee maker into the kitchen on Saturday. For any of you that live in rural America, and obtain your life-giving drinking water from a well, you know of what I speak. The struggle is real.
Sure, our water is clean and tastes terrific. Not at all like the water city folks have to tolerate. City utility water that smells and tastes of bromine anti-bacterial chemicals when you raise a glass to your lips.
An additional reason my water tastes great is because it is rich in calcium having originated 267 feet deep in the dolostone rock formation of the Niagara Escarpment upon which we sit. Dissolved calcium eventually clogs the works of your Mr. Coffee machine. And with the passage of time no amount of cleaning can reverse the impact of calcification on the slow brewing of a cuppa joe in the morning. Yeah, first world problem. And I digress.
Fall mornings are a terrific way to start your day with your pup and a steaming mug of black coffee.
These are the views I wake-to....
Swamp gas floating just above the ground
And the morning sun peeking-over the machine shed
Life sucks in flyover country, eh?
Whether it is coffee in the morning to watch the sunrise. Or a glass of Merlot or a beer at the end of the day; the new pup is a natural at porch setting. Although I suspect she is going to grow out of the part about sitting on our laps...
We are blessed with a proliferation of songbirds around these parts.
I suspect it's a combination of a variety of habitat - forest, open areas, native pollinator plants and as a consequence of the summer drought conditions some presently very dry wetland.
If you were sitting on the porch having your morning coffee or a beer after chores or maybe just a glass of Merlot as the sun goes down you can hear the birds calling back and forth.
I'm reasonably OK with bird ID using only their call; nevertheless, There are apps like Merlin that will assist.
Sunday morning was particularly busy because in the space of about fifteen minutes Merlin informed me that all of these birds were sharing my space.
Is it no wonder I like living here? We're spoiled.
It occurred to me the other day that there are more than a dozen species of tree in the space between the house and the county road - our front yard.
And several are bearing fruit.
Pin oak
And an unspecified variety of apple
Good things come in threes today.
This amber lager has a dark reddish-colored body with good clarity and a decent white head.