Surf's Up

I was thinking . . . if this were August, and it was 90 degrees out there, we'd be surfing. But it's February and like 12 degrees with a 15 mph wind, so . . . we're not surfing - not just yet.

Signs

Chirping birds + a roaring lake = Spring time

What a difference a day makes - we're looking at grass where last week we were looking at 2 ft. of snow! I'm ready for it, are you?

It's Hot in here........

Oh yah, summer's here and the temps are climbing. If it's cooler near the lake right here, I wonder what the hades it's like in the next town over, where they can't say it's cooler near the lake - we won't let them, and besides it's not true for them. Just true for us.

I'm so wanting oven roasted beets, drizzled with some good olive oil and fresh herbs. My mouth is beggin' for beets. Maybe if I get the fan cranked on high, we could blow the hot air out of the window by the oven - that might work.

I don't know. I had scrambled eggs - yummy farm fresh eggs - with sauteed baby yellow zucchini, sweet Hungarian peppers and onions. Ohhhhhhh that was so good for lunch. But I want them beets for supper. Probably should roast them at like midnight - when it's good and cooled off outside, and the winds blowing inland from the lake, nice cool evening breeze.

Sleeping in cool water in the bath tub tonight.

Good friends

Met my good friends S and J at the Washington House for ice cream. Rode down there on my retro 1964 Raleigh Sport. There's nothing like a bike ride and ice cream with good friends on a hot night to cap off the perfect weekend.

I just love my Raleigh bike, especially the white panel on the rear fender. People notice that little feature - yah!

And tonight's ice cream - marvelous, as usual. J had his usual half caramel half hot fudge sundae, and S and I had our usual - a Washington House. A scoop each of blue moon, vanilla and strawberry, topped with chocolate, pineapple and strawberry sauce, whipped cream, nuts and a cherry. yum, yum . . . . Especially yummy as the ice cream is created just 8 miles or so down the road from the Washington House. There is nothing like good, local ice cream.

Worked off part of that treat by biking to the grocery for a few items. I love that ride. It's a spectacular ride over the river where one can gaze downstream at fishing boats, gulls, ducks and just the beauty of the river flowing to Lake Michigan.

Ohhhhhhhhh, I do live in a little piece of paradise.