A brown pelican dives for dinner. The smaller brown pelicans that we see year round are such a complete contrast to the huge, white pelicans that winter with us. The white pelicans float gracefully atop the water, their heads will smoothly dip beneath the surface for a few moments then resurface fish in tow. In contrast, the brown pelicans go …
A Year on Clear Lake-Nov 12, 2012
How does my garden grow? With a lakeside view, of course. As a fledgling farmer I have just begun to scratch the surface of my relationship with the earth. So far, it seems my role is minuscule – prepare the ground, plant the seed, tend its needs – mainly water. Weed a bit, which, obviously, I don’t do enough of. …
A Year On Clear Lake-Nov 11, 2012
We never know how a day will turn out. This day started gray and windy, and stayed the same throughout. Just when I was convinced it would end much as it began, the sky lite up a dramatic pink and gray. A pleasant surprise. So, was it a coincidence that I came across this quote today? “You can become blind …
A Year on Clear Lake-Nov 10, 2012
An American White Pelican takes an early morning flight above the lake’s awakening waters. Each year, as the weather begins to cool, a small flock of these beautiful birds takes up residence in our somewhat wind-protected section of the lake. Like clockwork the pelicans arrive late October or early November, gathering at the far end. They will leave in early …
A Year on Clear Lake-Nov 9, 2012
Morning at the Breakfast Bar…it’s a push-and-shove, step-on-the-other-guy kind of start to the day for these guys. The pigeons arrive on schedule each morning, and patiently wait for the meager offerings to be spread along the rail. Then it’s swoop in, eat up and fly off to the next feeding spot. Where they go, I’m not sure, but they don’t …
A Year on Clear Lake-Nov 8, 2012
This day is a “10.” Clear and clean like the blue sky. Relaxed, easy, smooth. Moon above, lake below, we glide.
A Year on Clear Lake-Nov 7, 2012
Sunrise, November 7, 2012 Seasons arrive gently on Clear Lake with little drama, marked mainly by the changing of the guard as its migratory visitors come and go. The sun provides another clue as it slowly marches across the eastern horizon, rising each day a little further southeast, setting a little further southwest. Then retracing its steps again. And like …