Indy

Throughout the latter part of the summer and into September, we were visited nearly daily by our little chipmunk friend, Indy (so named for a funny little indent he has partway down his tail).


He thought nothing about hopping onto our feet, climbing our legs and looking either one of us in the eye in hopes that we would take pity on him and provide him with a peanut.






We almost always obliged.






Eventually, he would boldly stick his adorable nose into my closed hand, knowing that I was hiding a treat there.






He'd also climb Frank's shirt and dive into his pocket, in search of a peanut or two.






He had us both very well trained.






Every now and then a day or two would go by, when Indy wouldn't show up. Five or six other chipmunks were always around to keep us entertained but none of them were as bold as Indy. By day three or four, Indy would invariably show up and he'd make himself right at home on our laps.






One of his absences dragged out much longer than three days. In fact, it's been many weeks since we've seen him. Frank's theory is that one of the other chipmunks may have fought him and won his territory, and that he's moved on. I'm not so sure because none of them seemed to be all that aggressive, and all of them appeared to be eating in near-harmony on our deck. In any event, he's no longer coming by to add to what must be his enormous stash of peanuts.






And I miss the little brat.




Remind me not to name the next little charmer.

More photos coming up in a while.

I Hear Lake Water Lapping

As usual, I'm nowhere near my new place yet. 

Construction is going on without me. Fishing is happening without me. Autumn is evolving without me. And Frank is enjoying life up there without me. 

My city house has been on the market for less than a week. There's been a fair bit of interest and I'm hopeful that things will move along before too long. Please keep your fingers crossed for me. I very much want to go home.

The following photos were taken when I was up there in the summer. I hope you enjoy them.

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore. . . .

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

~ William Butler Yeats

Benny is enjoying his life at the cottage. As long as we can present a good throwing arm, he'll provide the fetches.





In the water, on one side of the dock, these weeds are growing tall.






They produce a pretty purple flower called Pickerelweed.






Other pretty garden flowers attract our beautiful hummingbirds. Of course they enjoy the feeders also.






This little guy must have been fed regularly around here. I bent down to tie my shoe, one day, and he suddenly appeared between my feet and rested his two front feet on my hand. He looked me right in the eye as if to ask where the munchies are. I had to oblige him, eh?






Of all strange creatures to rest upon the sliding door glass. This appears to be a miniature crustacean of some sort. He was clinging to the glass after a rainfall. It was about the width of a tomato seed and twice as long.







This is a late-day glimpse of the island across the bay.






And just a little bit later, the last reflective light of the sun paints the sky with a kiss goodnight.

More photos coming up soon.