In a year of extreme drought, the Month of May managed to resemble its usual self in an outpouring of blossoms.
Kelsey Creek dried up six weeks early, dooming thousands of tadpoles and fish fry.
Deck furniture received a coat of teak oil.
I turned over a wine barrel and saw a glowing empire of mold.
Very soon, the grasses went from green to parched.
The farmers, with dispatch, accomplished the hay harvest. The grass-based rural economy moved forward for another year.
On the rim of the font, dozens of honey bees drank another season.
An antique gas station in Upper Lake is for sale.
Mouse surmounted great heights to get to our sunflower seeds.
In an Upper Lake shop, I saw 19th Century photographs of the lake shore and a Pomo dwelling.
A nest of twenty quail eggs was plundered by predators. Two punctured eggs sit on oak galls.
I looked up from the hammock.
A waterstrider appeared in the stock tank.
