Windy, Wavy, And Cold

Evie's Lilacs

6:57

7:00

I was out paddling by 6:50, on a cold, windy lake.  It was 43º out but with the wind chill, it had to be in the '30s, as cold as I have been since April.  It was too choppy to take any photographs as I either fought the waves or surfed along with them.  It feels good to be cozy in a warm house.

Kayak Morning

Yesterday was sunny and windy, cool much of the day, but pleasant, a good day to be outside as long as you were protected from the wind.  I was able to get in a paddle before the wind picked up, so I was out for at least an hour. After the blog and breakfast, we decided to go for a walk through the woods of Long Point State Park.  So we gathered all the trash, dropped it off at the Transfer Station, then parked at the end of Lakeside Drive.

Long Point Trail April 15

Same Traill A Month And A Half Later

The woods were an amazing combination of greens, as everything is green, no more bare bones of the trees.  We both agree there's nothing like early spring green, impossible to describe, just delicious when we walk through it.  We were out for close to an hour, met a couple others walking, and everyone is conscious of keeping a safe distance.

Ferns And Trees

Plethora Of Ferns

Tree Fungi

Orange Slime Fungi

It felt good to get in another walk, after our short one Friday at the Chautauqua Institution.  For once, we did not have a lot to do in the yard or we just didn't' think hard enough about it.  So we relaxed most of the afternoon.  I finished up the tuna casserole for lunch, and Evie read in the side yard, protected from the wind for much of the afternoon.  I napped and preferred to sit on the porch and read rather than the side yard.  It felt good to do nothing.  By 4:30, however, we were both bored so Evie worked in her garden and I practiced yoga for forty-five minutes, enhanced by the intoxicating smell of the lilacs Evie had picked earlier in the day.

Late Afternoon On The Lake

Dinner was fairly easy, frozen homemade meatballs with a pasta sauce and a salad.  Once the meatballs were warming in the sauce, we both enjoyed a glass of wine and instead of taking in the view, we watched the tragic unraveling of American cities, as protests often turned into riots.  It's hard to know what precipitates the violence; is it extremists, both white nationalists and left anarchists as the media seems to suggest? Who knows any more what's true.

We were happy to get to our spaghetti and meatballs and disappear into our shows, Real Time With Bill Maher, Hometown and Better Call Saul to end the night.  I am currently reading two very different books, Writers & Lovers, and The Paladin, a spy novel by David Ignatius.  I like them both.