TRILLIUM FLOWERAll flower pics taken in front yard to-day.
With age & time there comes a certain amount of memory loss, but there is an upside to that down side. Back in the last of my old television days of the mid to late 80's my favorite situation comedy was Cheers. Probably saw most of the episodes from start to finish. Noticed a few weeks ago on a channel called Peachtree they are running Cheers episodes back to back for one hour every week day starting at 7 a.m. Now, some people might wonder at watching them all over again. Normally I would wonder that myself if someone told me they were doing that. But, in my case, all the episodes are like brand new. Occasionally a scene or two will remind me of something but basically, I'm watching Cheers all over again because I can't remember most of the shows in the first place. Amazing how the mind has the ability to re-entertain itself from it's own dusty files ........hmmmmm, wonder what else I've forgotten:((
A friend of mine sent me an email a couple of days ago with a few comments about my blog, "The Coming Home Blues. In it he writes, "Humans are never satisfied for long." Well, I think he's probably right & the way I see it, I think it might be kind of a good thing for some of us. His comment got to thinking (I occasionally do that sometimes) & I figured out that from 1965 to the present day I have moved 31 times in 24 years. Shortest permanent stay was 2 weeks & the longest I've ever lived in one place is right where we are now. We are coming up to six & half years here. This old rolling stone is starting to gather some moss I'd say!!!! 
Here's a comment I ran across recently in one of my saved files. It's from another RV blogger by the name of Wanderlust Nomad.(Quote) "Sitting in one place for any length of time is repulsive in the extreme. Heck, I can't seem to be able to winterover in the same place for more than a month or so without moving to another space or at least turning around and pointing the other direction.
After sitting in apartments and being totally miserable for a few years, I decided enough was enough and I needed to completely disconnect myself from any fixed location. No connections, no place to come back to, leaving nothing behind, no destination, all new scenery, in search of whatever is over the next horizon. Fully self contained and 100% mobile was the only option.The RV is not an addiction. It's a natural progression....WANDERLUST NOMAD"(Unquote)
WHITE MAGNOLIA BLOSSOMSTo-morrow (Thursday) we are off to Woodstock Ontario where I will spend an hour or so being soundly defeated in about 10 games of billiards. I have played pool with this same fellow for 5 years now & we have probably played a total of about 50 or 60 games. He has won 95% of them. This either means he's very good at the game & I'm very bad or as I like to think, he's just got a bit more experience than me. He is my Uncle Harry & he is 93 years old & yes, he is very good. And, he beats the pants off me darn near every time!!
THIS WAS MY APRIL 2008 DEFEATWell, I'm off to help unload a truck of trees & shrubs in the morning for our local garden center, The Rose of Sharon here in Bayfield. Better take an extra supply of Absorbine Junior with me. These old tired muscles just aren't as energetic as they used to be.............:((
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So, I was relegated to catch & remove the little green noise infested critters. Afterall, I was the guy with the bright idea to put a pond in the front yard. For 2 nights I was out around that pond with my little aquarium fish net taped to a long rake handle, a trusty flashlight, & a big half full pail of water. When I would get about 4 or 5 little froggy guys in the pail I would head off across the road, & down a narrow path through a stand of pine trees to a large pond on the other side. Here I would carefully dump my croaking collection of jumpers into the water & head back for another pail of frogs. 
No matter how many frogs I was catching I just never seemed to come to the end of the bulging eyed amphibians. It was the second night of stealth when heading to the big pond with my 3rd bucket load that I noticed coming the other way in the darkness along the narrow path a single file line of big bulging & bouncing eyes. My flashlight quickly identified them as FROGS!! Seems as fast as I was downloading them into the big pond, they were turning around & uploading themselves back into my little pond. And I swear that 3 of them were smirking as they went by, one was laughing, & two of them waved!! And I think the last guy gave me a frogs equivalent of the finger!! That was the end of my frog catching right there & then. Kelly was just going to have to get ear plugs. 
Well, that brings me up to to-day. Last night when I took the dogs for a walk after dark the cacophony of raucous frog hollering was such that I thought for sure the neighbor's were going to show up on our doorstep with baseball bats & pitch forks before the 11 o'clock news. It is normally so quiet in this park that you can hear somebody whispering in their sleep 4 blocks away. Imagine the loud racket numerous peeper & bull frogs create by cavorting about in their manically monstrous mating rituals. On & on, night after night & all night long too.......and the worst is yet to come. In a few weeks as the Peepers get down to the business of being good little Moms & Dads, the dreaded Hockey Whistle Frogs will descend upon us. They make the Bull Frogs sound like a Librarians convention. I'll let you know when they get here. Rumor has it there's so many of them coming this year they have rented a big 72 passenger school bus. This is absolutely frognacious!! 
When I went out this afternoon to get a few frog photos for the blog to-night, only one frog could be found. I'm sure the other 385 were hunkered down in their under rock frog bunkers somewhere waiting for the sun to go down. And I bet they were all smirking too:((
QUIET MOORINGS IN THE BAYFIELD HARBOR
ALTHOUGH ON A LAKE, BAYFIELD DOES HAVE A SALTY SEA AIRE ABOUT IT
FINE DINING & ACCOMODATION
SUNDOWN ON THE PIER