For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: coffee.
Good morning in the cabin at Lake Matinenda, time for coffee or tea, as you prefer!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bark.
Oh, I don’t think tree bark is the bark the prompt is asking for, but…. well, dogs like trees too.
I have grown with this tree, meeting it first when I was 5 months old. The white pine fell or was hit by lightning, in the past, and the main trunk is in the water. Dead and ghostly, but the Lake Matinenda fishing community visits the dead tree. Not just humans, but I have also seen three otters fishing there and a snapping turtle the size of a platter. Meanwhile, a branch of the tree took over trunk duty and the tree held on.
This is the Canadian Shield, in Ontario. Imagine growing on that rock. The roots travel into the woods searching for whatever soil they can find. The root/trunk that sticks up is higher than ever this year. Three branches have matured and all stick up like a row of trunks.
From the other side:
When I was a kid, we played sardines. Once when I was “it”, I climbed out the trunk a little and settled shielded by the branches. It took forever for my cousins to find me, my best hiding place ever. We finally started doing loon calls as hints, to get the last few people in.
I love this tree, bark, branches, survival in adverse circumstances, holding on and the lovely soft white pine needles.
For Mundane Monday #174, my prompt is: water color.
I have missed two Mundane Mondays! Mea culpa! But…. I was really and truly unplugged. Nine days at a cabin from the 1930s on a lake with no outlet, no electricity. I did have batteries and so could take pictures.
Lake Matinenda has moods and colors: when it is calm it reflects the sky. I was up in the early morning a lot for the sunrise and here is a pink and blue lake. I love the moods of the water and the sky and nearly living outdoors.
For my last Mundane Monday #173: skies:
KL Allendorfer: skies.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: labour. Or labor.
Happy Labor Day! I have been gone, out of the reach of wifi, out of the reach of an outlet, hidden in the woods. I did have batteries and took photographs. What is the work of a woodpecker, what is their daily task? Do they want to take a vacation day, are there days where they slack, are there days where they do not do much?
I am happy to be back and sad too….
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt #77: encircle.
Doesn’t the tree look like a hand holding the tree house gently up to look at it?