Mystery solved

Hi everyone,

The other day I mentioned that hordes of insects were emerging from Goose Lake but I hadn’t spotted any to identify. I guessed they were damselflies. Turns out that’s what they are. Here’s one that posed for me yesterday. These dainty little meat eaters lay their eggs in fresh water and when the nymph is ready, it rises to the surface, splits out of its skin, and flies away, often into the waiting jaws of fish or beaks of birds.

No matter what they call you . . .

Hi everyone,

To all you fathers, papas, pops, pappies, daddies, dadas, pas, paters, dads, pa-pas, granddads, grandpappies, grandpas, grandfathers, granddaddies, grandpapas, vaders, babas, yebbas, abbis, pás, aitas, pèders, otacs, pais, pares, pattris, opàs, das, daas, tátas, péres, patros, isa, faðirs, tatays, itays, tays, amas, banketis, papis, abbas, apas, apus, édesapas, faðirs, pabbis, athairs, daidís, bapa, ayah, paks, babbos, tevs, pradininkas, protevis, missiers, bàs, bàbas, and dozens of others,

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY FROM GOOSE LAKE!

Goose Lake having an event

Hi everyone,

Goose Lake is having quite an event. Insects of some sort (yet to be identified) are emerging in large numbers, making the water look like it’s raining. Swifts dart across the surface, gorging on the protein treats. Their beaks leave small tears in the water that instantly heal themselves. My phone camera can’t do it justice, but here’s the best I can do.

Let’s party hearty!

Hi everyone,

It’s party time! I welcome you today to my fourth blog party. Come one come all. Bring something if you want, or not. Virtual parties are known for the ease of cleaning up afterward and one cupcake may well last all day and please the palates of dozens of guests.

Cool off in the pool if you brought a suit. For men with a 38 waist, I have a couple of spares. For women, Sandy might come up with one for you. I keep pool heated to 90 degrees, which is handy because when we’re not swimming we throw in a bag of potatoes and serve soup to the neighborhood. The water is only four feet deep and we have a stock of new noodles to help you bob around.

The grill is clean (by my standards more than those of my M.O.W.’s) so help yourself to it if you want to throw on burgers or brats.

You’ll find tables here and there. My two favorites are the ones closest to Goose Lake but there is one by the pool, one close to the kitchen door, and another at the far end of the patio for those who just want to enjoy the view and be left alone.

We have twenty outdoor chairs around tables and others that can be arranged to suit you needs.
I think all the plants are watered but if you’re given to puttering around in gardens, you’ll find a watering can wherever Sandy left it last. (No, my darling, I didn’t mean anything by that last “crack.” You’re just being overly sensitive. Yes, of course I apologize, Sweetheart.)

Sadly, my fallen tree is sprawling across part of the yard and down into the lake. We have someone coming to remove it next week. At some point I may offer a toast to the fallen beauty.

If you brought something in need of refrigeration, I’ve left the kitchen door open so help yourself. The counters are pretty much clear and the cutting boards are next to the coffee pot. No, the other coffee pot. The one that works. One of these days I plan to take the broken one to the garage, but it’s a long walk of twelve feet or maybe more and I’ve been busy these last two years.

So welcome! I am delighted to greet you, whether you’re a newbie to my parties or a veteran. The idea behind these events is to encourage folks to become acquainted and enjoy a chance to visit. If you spot someone you’ve been wanting to meet, march right up and introduce yourself. If you have questions to ask, ask away.

I never know how long these parties will last. One went on for three days. Please come and go as your time permits. My suggestion is that if you are returning to the party, you might want to make an announcement so everyone will know you’re back. Otherwise it’s easy to be overlooked in the crowd. And don’t forget to thank Joy Acey and Matt Forrest for dreaming up this party in the first place. Joy lives a lot of time zones away these days so you may have to shout to wake her up.

Winged beggar

Hi everyone,

Two evenings ago Sandy and I were sitting lake side for a sundowner when we had an unexpected visitor.

The yellowjacket must have been a wine connoisseur because it went right to work investigating my chardonnay. Eventually it gave up and left. I didn’t mind the visit and I didn’t mind a single yellowjacket. If I start seeing more, though, I’ll go in search of their tunnel. Last time I stepped too close to a hidden nest I got nailed three or four times before I could move away.