Sunset through Harp Strings
I’ve taken to playing my harp on the deck. When the wind gusts in the right way the harp strings sing.
It’s hard to make a well-tuned harp sound bad – my harp is settling into its tuning after slowly going flat for years.
Dusk is still a chilly thing here in Polk County, WI and tonight I went back into the cabin with cold-numbed fingers.
When I walked to the dock this morning I saw that something, probably a beaver, had been trying to break through the ice to crawl out of the lake:
I looked north along the shore and the same animal had tried to break through a number of places:
Each broken spot was big enough for a beaver to take a breath. Further north about 30 feet another:
Beyond that the ice opens up at the mouth of Babbling Brook.
Yesterday I had the fun of draining the wet spot on the driveway:
I wrote a good page today.