"Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and your are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity, and you are the mirror."
This Monday is sunny and cool, like a fine Seattle day. I did have to sit unnerved through a couple of big storms yesterday, but mainly I puttered around the place. JP asked about the floating island. Over the years Prairie Lake has had a series of floating island, literally not figuratively. When I was a boy, they wandered around the lake (a big lake) and ended up at various shorelines, or out in the middle. They can be quite large, and are made of trees, bushes, etc, soil, and not connected to the earth. About ten years ago the county got tired of them and chained the biggest offenders to the shore up at a county park ten miles north of her. Some little ones must still remain,as one is right up against my shoreline. It is about eight by ten feet big, maybe, and not bothering me too much yet. I think that legally it is not allowed to interfere with them.
I saw the eagle last night. The big natural phenomenon this summer so far is the all night sound of bullfrogs croaking away in the pond. Last night I lay in bed in the absolute dark and just listened to them. For many years they seemed to be gone, but they are back in full voice now. I wonder if my great blue heron is not in the pond this year.