Some days we can call the lake rough

On a recent work break walk, I thought maybe we’d taken a wrong turn and ended up at Lake Ontario instead of Onondaga Lake. The seas, she was a rough, my friends. And this was just one day after the crystal-smooth surface I showed you here yesterday. Oh, the changeable features of our nearest body…

Some days we can call it a lake placid

The other day on a work break stroll from the library, Onondaga Lake truly did look like a mirror. I ran right up to the water with my iPhone 8. Now this looked like a day for sailing. Yet there was nary a person out there on a craft of any sort.

Thanks for the color, May

On this last day of May, I once again salute the colors springing forth out of our little piece of earth in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville. The backyard daisies look quite happy in this season’s spot. Great planning from my dear wife Karen, indeed.

Sparse year for the pretty tree up front

Before I forget, I must reveal that it was a sparse season for our front yard flowering dogwood. The blossoms came and went quickly. They were more spare. They were not as bright white. I’m chalking it off to the lingering stay of winter. Hopefully the dogwood will have a more robust growth cycle next…

May the flags be with you

The folks at Nichols in the Village of Liverpool have had the flags flying for several weeks now. I think the chance to say Happy Memorial Day Weekend is good timing to share the pretty American scene.

One more chance for the plastic red Adirondack chairs

I got a text while my dear wife Karen was still at work the other night, asking if I’d looked out back. No, I had not. Walked Ellie. Fed Ellie. Ate dinner. Watched TV. But no, I had not looked outside to the backyard of A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville to…

Clang, clang, clang goes the trolley

My dear wife Karen spotted it first, over on the far side of the big road when we pulled into the Byrne Dairy to fill her car up with gas. A trolley! Yes, indeed. Not the kind attached to overhead cables we’d riddden while in San Francisco, mind you, but of the same sort of…

The loneliest egg

On a work break walk through the Village of Liverpool, a colleague and I spotted a sad sight on a side street. A single bird’s egg sat, sad and alone, in the middle of the pavement. It was a lovely shade of blue. We surmised that the small thing might belong to a robin. I…

The guy upstairs is rooting for the Orange

I spotted a sign of Orange support while walking with my colleagues during our break at the library. Up high, on the roof of The Retreat, between the beautiful white blooms. The Syracuse squad tackles Cornell in the first round of the men’s college lacrosse playoffs on Sunday in the Carrier Dome. There’s no doubt…

Here come the boats

Three cheers for the warmer weather. The boat owners are bringing their vessels back to the Onondaga Lake Yacht Club marina. Soon enough, there will be a line to get them in the water.