Monday. We visited with Aunt Harriette this morning after taking care of some of things for her. (Harriette is Michael’s auntie, who is 96 and appreciates being sprung from the Old Folks Home every now and again). We took her out to lunch at the Kozy…they really do have good hamburgers and will fry the onions if you ask them. On the way back to The Land we took a detour through Fish Lake Wildlife Reserve to check on the swans who had been nesting within sight of the road. They were off their nest and escorting a clutch of four cygnets through the cattails. Now Michael is making dinner for us here (Irene has to eat between 3-4 pm due to health issues), and then, since our day is pretty much schmeised anyway, WE GET TO GO FISHING!!!!

Having found nothing but wee ones at Atlas Mill Pond ten days ago (the last time we had a rain day from construction and garden duties), we are going to explore Wolf Lake. Don’t know if there are fish in there, but we are willing to find out. There is no regular boat access, so we will be throwing our canoe in from HWY 87 (there is a place to pull off where Wolf Creek crosses under the road) and paddling up the creek to the lake. If we have luck, I’ll let you know. If we don’t, well, I won’t be bragging that one up…unless, as is usual, even if we don’t catch fish, just being on the water is worth sharing. Ten days ago the blue flag started to peek out at shore’s edge, the water lilies began to carpet the surface of the shallows, and blue herons hung about being great. Eager to see Wolf Lake. V