I heard the bell buoy today. I couldn't tell if he was squealing with glee and child-like amusement, or if he was cursing the winds and frigid waters. I'll let you take a wild guess.
It was funny, though, because when I sat on Lake Superior's shore today I could watch him bobbing and tipping about, but I couldn't hear him until I was on the shore of Lake Fanny Hooe. The wind was probably too loud in my ears.
And the wind was cold on my cheeks! This is really the first day this fall that I can say the wind from the lake stung my face. Brrr! But yet it was so invigorating!
On the rest of my walk beside Fanny Hooe, the sky started dropping this crystally wet stuff. I would like to call it snow, but snowflakes have intricate structural design. These looked like misshapen blobs of ice. I hear we're supposed to get some of that refined fluffy stuff, though. The lake sure looks like she's brewing a batch!
Want to know what's ironic about this today? I saw bearberry flowers on that same walk. The flowers! Those come out in May! But the last warm spell we had must have tricked them into thinking it was spring again. Here is proof. You can see the red "berries" have already fruited too.
The flowers are the pink cluster toward the bottom center. What an unseasonal treat!
It seems like all is well in da Harbor (I really only know my little slices), and I hope all is well with you!