South Baymouth, Manitoulin Island.
In advance of the upcoming roadtrip – first to a cousin's wedding in Michigan, and then up to the cottage – Carly, Kelsey and I went and got our toes/fingernails prettified and then shared one of our "throw together" light summer snacky meals and some roadtrip strategizing.
I am officially on vacation for a week and a half. It hasn't sunk in.
The weather on the Manitoulin has been good to us. I've been working hard. On my tan.
This year the local wildlife has been making itself known to us. Shortly after Cathy and I arrived, we watched the sillouettes of a garden snake (or maybe a water snake – I wasn't that up for getting too close to investigate the fella's identity) and a frog. We all cheered as the frog hopped its getaway toward the pond.
But then, not ten minutes later, another little snake caught a frog right where the garden walk meets the deck stairs. My family (not me) watched in various combinations of fascination, horror and disgust as the frog was slowly consumed by the slithery scoundrel.
Later that night, as my dad opened the back porch door, a frog hopped in. Maybe it was appealing for safety from its mortal enemies outside.
Next day, a hummingbird flew into the back porch. We watched, trying to act calm so as not to give the poor little creature a heart attack while it made its way out. It eventually did with my dad's help.
This morning as we had our coffee, we watched (my favourite bird of all) a Great Blue Heron hunting in the pond. When I tried to go outside to get a closer shot, he flew away. I could hear his powerful wings reverberating in the air.
This morning after seeing brother Jeff off on the ferry, Cathy and I went for a long walk. Today, all humidity is gone, and we talked about how the cool air and warm sun felt so delicious on our skin. Best thing about the walk was the sky. It's not a sky you see in Toronto.
I squeezed a few more days of vacation to come up to Manitoulin Island with my family. Rest, food, games, walks and wine. Mostly rest. The island is a gentle and beautiful place. For some reason, this year, I'm wanting more of the gentle and beautiful than I'm going to get. But I sure am appreciating the moment.
The shed and clothesline.
The turtle family working on their tans in the middle of the pond.
Sunlight on new apples.
Daisies and Black Eyed Susans in Dad's garden.
The entrance to one of the local trails in South Baymouth.
I'm officially on holidays. I even took (almost) an extra week at the last minute.
I hope to blog. I've got a couple of posts in my head I want to get out there before I leave Sunday. I've got a fancy new phone that should facilitate quicky picture posts at the very least. After that, who knows? I've gotten so I don't know how to do anything online without an instant wireless connection. And where I'm going, it's all "huh? wireless what?"