Planters and gardens around the lake are getting ready to bean or tomato. I'm still not sure where Mrs Nemo got the seeds for this strange, red, fuzzy plant, but I'm sure I don't want any of its "fruits" on my cornflakes.
There were 2 ski shows on the lake last week. The first was in the evening on a hot Monday.
Last week, even with its crevasse of cold, was quintessentially Summer. By the weekend, the lake temperature had recovered back to 74°F and the shivering on the shoreline had been replaced with the sound of boat motors pulling skiers (and tubers, boo). The fishing is good, too. Maybe too good. Getting nipped by bluegills while getting used to the water is a startling and common thing now. I'm not saying that I know how it feels to be a fishing lure or anything, but now I know how it feels to be a fishing lure.
-Nemo's all stocked up and ready to go again.