The End of Spring

In a sure sign that Spring is ending, it was noted that trillium season is over.

Trillium season may be over, but many other plants are peaking. It's startling just how green the hills have become.

Gardens are beginning to pop up with the promise of fresh beans.

Clusters of flowers that will become a fresh crop of dubious red berries dot some bushes. We're sure they are not edible, but when ripe, they are particularly photographic while covered with sun or snow.

The crop of lawn has mowers going 2 or 3 times a week. On quiet nights, if you listen closely, you can hear the grass growing.

Last week, there was a harvesting of some of that green on the North shore of the lake.

By week's end, the logging seemed to be winding down.

The fish are extremely active/tasty. And fun. Especially on ultra light tackle without a net.

The lake temperature hovered around 67°F all week. Cool but not freezing. Not very freezing, anyway.

Despite a record feathered June crowd, no Rafto was played.

Beware the big goose on the left! After pulling a tee shot over the water on 5, I got too close while hiking to the ball. The cranky bird was enraged that I had hooked my drive and heckled me as I went by. Keeping my club cart between me and Mr. Nippy made the beak based violence more funny than un-fun. Increasing the distance between the geese family and closing the distance to the ball defused the situation before we had to call the Marshal.

Every evening was cool, some sunsets were spectacular.