It snowed in northern Minnesota yesterday — so it seems OK now to kiss the summer of 2018 goodbye. Here are some of my favorite moments from my unintentional summer vacation.
Dense fog forms as the dew point rises faster than the temperatures.
Gibbs Farm Museum looks like a literal ghost town, shrouded in the mist.
But the poor visibility doesn’t impede the sheep’s eyesight in the least. I am so excited as they gallop toward me: Many wet sheep will be pet this day!
Alas, it wasn’t me they were after, but food — and I have none. Many wet sheep will be disappointed this day.
A couple of weeks later I go morel hunting with my friend Pam and our mutual pals David and Marie. Now it’s almost 100 degrees — 37 Celsius — so we don’t spot a single mushroom. But David is intrepid enough to knock on the door of the long-abandoned Locust Lodge (as Pam eggs him on).
I am relieved no one answers; everything on this property seems dead.
We are not disappointed to leave without mushrooms, though, after last year’s unexpected bounty in a most unexpected place.
The flowers are blooming in earnest now — peonies and moss everywhere, and hybrid lady slippers.
The bugs are blooming, too! See if you can spot the cloud of larval mosquitoes enjoying the lovely sunset.
And see if you can spot the hairs on this frisky, friendly fly.
The sudden cornucopia of bugs inspires me to deface the quotes on my teabag tags — like this one, which reimagines Lord Byron’s immortal words, had he lived in Minnesota.
Well, that’s about it for May. I’ll be back soon with June and July …