Donkey time

Good donkey! While the goats had a big yard to roam at Heritage Hill, the pair of donkeys seemed a bit cramped to me in their pen. You seem sweet. My dear wife Karen and I heard no complaints from the pair, though.

Hello, goats!

Pretty place. My dear wife Karen’s workplace again threw a wonderful picnic-party at nearby Heritage Hill. We walked outside to say hello to the goats. Hey, buddy. They liked the company, too.

Thank you for expanding our lake view

It’s down there, too. Earlier this summer, I began seeing and hearing busy workers clearing trees and brush to the left side of the town offices on our street. I thanked them, and the boss told me they were going to get the hillside but good. And a zoom. Now that they’re done, my dear…

Another game

Take us out to the ball game. A double header on a sunny weekend when KP is up from Atlanta? Perfect when he joins Elisabeth, George Three and I take in some baseball. It makes it even better that the promotion in the second game led to the home team going back to the former…

Decades in the making

We still got it. When KP comes back up from Atlanta, Tater, Nolan and I surely must join him on a golf course. Sure, it might rain a hole or three. No matter. It’s a great time getting four longtime friends together again to talk about life like time doesn’t pass and take those swings…

Whatever floats yours

Looking good. I really like taking photos of the boats that gather at Onondaga Lake Marina. Going out on boats, though, is really a task for me. I have to secure the seasickness patch and stick it behind my ear a day beforehand. Or else. This I learned growing up as a seasick lad out…

Stumped

Thank you for a life well-lived. I know this wide stump must have been one heck of a tree on the shore of our Onondaga Lake. I wish I remember more about it before it met this fate.

Hello over there

Every lake has another side. I can’t help but gaze at the opposite shore every time I stroll my side of Onondaga Lake. It’s my nature to also think about Over There.

Humans vs. nature

Take it with you, please. I can understand the leaves and such left on the August ground by nature. The empty bottles rudely discarded by humans, not so much.