A bolt of lightning struck a couple of feet in front of our living room window. The thunder crack shook whatever thicket of cobwebs that the drone of rain were spinning in my head. The electricity flicked off and on for the umpteenth time this morning, wreaking havoc with the computer and all of our digital clocks. We are home in central Wisconsin.
Prior to this storm, we had several more days of delicious weather. That meant motorbiking the back roads and ekayaking the Waupaca Chain O Lakes. The backroads east of Stevens Point are rolling beauties. Again, with the tree-canopied roads that I never tire of. The forests aren’t as dense or expansive as the forests are up north, but the roller-coaster green hills are still lush. Alternating oak woods and farm fields with mile-high corn are the norm. This summer was a great growing season - warm but not quite hot, humid, punctuated with timely precipitation. Our neighbor, Frank, has a garden to die for. Thank goodness he isn’t fond of cherry tomatoes, yet he planted tons. He has given us permission to pick what we need, however, he didn’t know how voracious our need is. We munch on them like candy. Thanks Frank.
The only negative are the mosquitos. After an entire miraculous summer of no bugs, they all seemed to hatch two days ago. That makes motorbiking all the more important. The mosquitos can’t keep up. Ha, take that you zombie blood suckers.
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