Last Friday, hot, humid weather promised to keep me cooped up in the house for most of the day, so I decided to seek some relief at Port Huron.
The linear park which runs under the Bluewater Bridge offers a great view of Lake Huron and the St. Claire River, and there is almost always a cooling breeze there.
It is always a thrill to see the big freighters make their careful way from Lake into the narrow confines of the river.
I think this guy was hoping for a handout from me, but I didn’t pack a lunch, so he was out of luck!
The bridge is well named, as the water here really is this blue. The cooling breeze did not disappoint, and I enjoyed a nice, leisurely walk. Much as I appreciate my air conditioning at home, I would much rather be outside enjoying the sunshine than cooped up indoors. It was well worth the drive.
I was hoping April would be kinder to us than March has been, but this was the scene which greeted me this morning!
I am grateful that my African Violets are blooming, as it will be a long time before we see anything blooming outdoors!
This one has been with me many years and is once more outgrowing its pot. I am dragging my feet at re-potting, always afraid of doing more harm than good, but will have to do something soon.
March in Michigan is such a frustrating month! The weather will smile on us with warm, sunny days, then suddenly turn and dump another load of snow on us, putting us back in the Deep Freeze again.
Suffering a bad case of Cabin Fever, I took a drive to Port Huron the other day to spend a little time enjoying Lake Michigan. I had hoped to take a nice walk by the Bluewater Bridge, but the icy wind blowing off the Lake discouraged that. I did manage to snap a few photos of a duck I did not recognize near the shore.
My trusty Field Guide identified it as a female Oldsquaw or Long-Tailed Duck. They are not native to Michigan, so must have stopped in on their way North.
The chilly temperatures help to keep my bird-feeder busy, and I managed some nice shots of this female Cardinal.
The Park is full of Redwing Blackbirds, Robins, Canada Geese, and I can even hear Sandhill Cranes off in the distance. All welcome signs of Spring, but Mother Nature just doesn’t seem to get the message. We are once more knee-deep in snow, and the forecast is not promising.
To cheer myself a bit, I have started some comfort food in the crock pot, and spent some time enjoying the photos from my visit to Chicago Botanical Gardens.
Clocks move forward this weekend, which is a pain, but at least the two I never got around to changing in the Fall will now be right!
Unseasonably warm weather and heavy rain brought the lake in the Park to flood stage this week. The spillway had become a rapids this morning.
The first photo was taken just 3 weeks ago at roughly the same spot.
It is fortunate that the rangers lower the level of the lake for the winter. It would be overflowing its banks otherwise. As it is, it is up several feet.
The rain is finally moving out, and most of the snow is gone. Temperatures will be above freezing in the daytime for at least a week, so I am hoping things will dry up some before the next freeze. The warmer temperatures are welcome, but not all the mud and slop we are dealing with now!
As tired as I am of cold and snow, the Park was beautiful as the sun rose on a fresh snowfall last weekend.
The outflow from the lake in the Park is about the only open water around now. All of the lakes and ponds and even some of the streams and rivers are frozen over.
One of my African Violets is blooming, adding a welcome bright spot to my dining room.
The days are slowly lengthening as the sun moves closer, and when temperatures rise above freezing for a day or two, it’s hard not to think about Spring, but I know it is just a tease. We have a long way to go yet!
From Christmas Day on, we were in the deep freeze. Temperatures stayed near or below zero day and night. One morning I had to delay Abbie’s walk until noon, because her feet got so cold, she simply couldn’t manage it. The bitter wind cut through my many layers of clothing and seemed to reach my very bones!
Last weekend we finally got a break, and in typical Michigan fashion temperatures soared to Springlike levels. Now we are on the other part of the roller coaster as temperatures plummet and we will soon be knee-deep in snow again.
As always, when the weather is harsh, my feeder draws many birds. I was excited to see a Red Breasted Nuthatch this year. They don’t show up here very often, so I am very pleased to have this one as a regular visitor.
Just as well I didn’t have any big plans for Christmas. Snow moved in on Christmas Eve and continued through the night and most of Christmas Day. The first photo was taken early in the afternoon of Christmas Eve, and the second one was taken on Christmas Day.
As if to make up for the miserable weather, my Christmas Cactus decided to bloom right on time! Last time it bloomed around Easter!
Inclement weather always brings lots of birds to my feeder, and I was able to get a couple of nice shots of this female Cardinal.
Deep snow on the deck railing was a bit of a challenge for this Titmouse!
Late Fall and early winter don’t usually offer much to inspire me to bring out my camera. Once the leaves are gone and before snow comes to brighten up the landscape everything looks tired and brown.
I did manage to catch a beautiful sunrise at the Park one morning. This is one of the rewards I get for dragging myself out of a warm house at the crack of dawn to walk Abbie!
I must confess, I was able to capture this sunset from the relative comfort of my own deck. 🙂
The first snowfall of the season left close to a foot on the ground, and soon covered my modest attempts at outside Christmas decorations.
Years ago, my husband and I enjoyed putting lights one of the Spruce trees on the front lawn, but all three of them are giants now, and I could not even imagine trying to reach the top of any of them, so I settle for stringing lights along the deck railing and filling some pots with evergreens and Poinsettias.
Storm warnings are up for my area. If I had any doubts about the accuracy of the forecast, the traffic at my bird feeder would convince me! The birds always seem to know if inclement weather is on the way, and there has been a constant stream of them coming to my feeder since first thing this morning.
Not only are we expecting heavy snow, but it is bitterly cold, and this Goldfinch is puffing his feathers up against the frigid air.