Crosby Farm trails still closed

Wednesday dawned as a very promising day. The sun was shining and the weather forecasters were predicting a fine day. I had a couple of hours before the scheduled tennis session with the guys I play with, and I do have my new camera to learn about. I haven't been to Crosby Farm to scope out the level of the water and to find out the status of the bike paths along the river that I sometimes frequent. As I was to find out, the water is still high and the biking and hiking paths are closed. That's what the sign says.

And the water is still up over the path in many places. There are also large tree trunks in spots that have washed up onto the trail and were stranded there when the river receded. In this photo, it's only mud and water that are troublesome.

People have been using the park anyhow. There are new paths worn into the brush where people have walked on their way to the river's often used fishing holes. This is one of them. It almost looks like wilderness.

This last photo is of the river. The trees are standing in water and have been for weeks. I think it happens most springs, so I'm thinking that the trees have adapted to standing in water for part of their lives.

Tennis was a little shabby today. Not one of the available geezers was playing too well, maybe because of a gentle zephyr blowing around at Marie Park, but it was a really nice day and I'm not about to start complaining about the weather so soon after this last epic winter. We played two sets - very even sets - and then went home. A day on the courts outside is almost always a good day.

Only three days until the end of the world. Saturday, which is the day a religious sect leader has predicted as doomsday, is soon to be upon us. Get out the good wine that you've been saving and drink it before it's too late.

Eight Hundred

It was a beautiful day in May, a day in the early 70's. Nice enough to play some extra tennis with the gang of geezers. We play at Marie Park, which is right next to a pond that seems more bog than pond. I went to the park early to get some photos, mostly for blog material. This is the court we usually play on and you can see the pond/bog in the background.

I walked to the pond and discovered some mallards paddling around. They seemed like they were comfortable in their world, so I snapped a photo and left them alone. Mallards seem to be plentiful in Minnesota this time of year. They inhabit Lake Como, too, in fairly large numbers.

When the other geezers arrived, some time later, we chatted a bit about Novak Djokavic's streak (he just beat Raffa in the Italian Open final for his 39th consecutive win), the Bulls-Heat game, and the loss of Trump in the presidential sweepstakes, to the bitter disappointment of the comedians of America. Then we warmed up in a swirling wind and played a couple of sets. It was uneven tennis and the wind caused some bad errors, mishits and double faults. But it was tennis and competition at the usual geezer level. We had some fun and resolved to do it again on Wednesday. The outdoor season looks like it might stick.

Bob Dylan will be 70 on May 24. Is this at all possible? He's still six days older than Tommy. All questions and answers are "Blowin' in the Wind"

The ides of May

What is so fine as a day in May? It finally seems to be spring, so I mowed the lawn and trimmed the Japanese lilac bush a bit where the pesky rabbits feasted on it over the winter. It was nice to be outside and, even though it was in the marginal 60's, a nice day to go without shoes. Barefooted.

It's a tennis blog. So tennis should be at least mentioned. Friday was a nice tennis day, but only because I was able to play inside in the evening. I played twice, once with the gang of geezers at Marie Park in the early afternoon and again in the evening with Jerry's Mixed Doubles team at Wooddale. Outside was windy and cold enough to require long pants and a jacket. It was windy enough to require me to watch the tennis ball very carefully as it curved in my direction or very certainly to mis-hit the ball. That habit of watching the ball gave me an advantage in the evening match. I was able to hit nearly all shots in the sweet spot and my error count was pretty low, so Marsha and I were able to win handily at the number two doubles spot. The number one team won in a third set tie breaker and we went home a 2-1 victor in the first competition of the new season. A nice way to start the season.

I discovered on-line scrabble this weekend. It turns out that crossword puzzle solving is not good cross training for the board game. I was mauled twice by about a hundred points a game. I'm thinking that I may have to study the long list of two letter words to have a half a chance to prevail. Maybe I should just stick with the NYTimes Sunday Crossword puzzle as my "raison d'etre."

Incidentally, I checked my blogger counter and this is blog entry 799. There is no award for blog 800, but I seem to have settled into this sporadic blogging and posting of photos, so I think I'm going for a thousand. Maybe they'll start to improve in quality soon.

Running and biking

The Prairie Princess is now on her way back to southern Wisconsin. While she was here, this morning, she participated in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, a breast cancer benefit that runs on Mother's Day each year at the Mall of America. She ran the 5K before 9 a.m. and came home in her outfit. She bought the t-shirt as part of the entry fee, and the number on her back helps indicate the size of the turnout in the Twin Cities. She was near the last to register, so 32,000 may be a reasonable guess for the number of runners.

She decided to run for Lillie, the grandmother she never knew, and wrote her name on the patch on her back. It was a nice thing to do and made me proud.

It wasn't the nicest May 8th on record, but it was nice enough that I tried out my bicycle for the first time this year. My tennis schedule is in a state of flux as the season changes, so I haven't played in a couple of days, so exercise seemed appropriate. So I pumped up the tires, checked the on board computer and set out to circle the neighborhood. As luck would have it, at the five mile mark the rain started to fall. I was close enough to home so that I was in no danger of dissolving or melting and I made it home full-size. But for the year I'm still about a thousand miles behind the truly hardcore. It's a beginning.

A visitor from the east

The Prairie Princess is in town for the weekend and the schedule is a trifle changed when she's in town.  She and I went to the Bruce Vento Nature Sanctuary to look at the progress of the trees and grasses that PP helped plant last year and the year before when she worked for MCC and PRI.  It was our first day with temperatures into the seventies and it felt like summer may actually come this year.  There were very few people at the sanctuary, I guess because it's still Friday and school is still in session.  There were some birds about.  I scared this blue heron (at least that's what I think it is) by getting too close for his comfort, but managed to snap off a photo with him on the wing.

The princess found the marsh marigolds, which are well into their blooming period and are looking healthy and beautiful.  I think she was bending down to smell the aroma.  A smell much nicer than that arising from the French guy she danced with last night (Sorry for that inside joke).

A better view of a patch of marsh marigolds.  They're standing next to one of the larger ponds in the park.

I always try to learn the names of some of the wild plants around when I go to wild areas with PP.  She knows a lot of the names of natives and invasives, and helps me with them when I forget.  This clump of garlic mustard is a big time invasive, imported into North America by European settlers for food, and they have since escaped into the wild.  They are no longer very much part of our diet, but still very much edible as long as you pick some that haven't been poisoned by the land owner.  I tasted these and they don't taste too bad at all, maybe tasty enough for a lunch time salad.

It was a fine day in May.

A bench older than me

I stumbled across this bench at Como Park (not literally). I hadn't really noticed it before, but I've been on the lookout for unique and historic benches in the last few months. This one had a plague which I have also pictured, dating it to 1933, about 78 years ago. It's a nice stone bench, backless, but in a nice shady spot not too far from the Conservatory.

The inscription,"Given by St Paul Ladies of G. A. R.,  National Encampment, 1933.  I assume that G.A.R. refers to Grand Army of the Republic, the Union side in the American Civil War.  The organization was composed of men who had served in the Civil War and it was dissolved in 1956 when the last survivor died.  They had a ladies' auxiliary.

It wasn't the nicest May day on record, but the flowers are beginning to show off, so our first day in the seventies cannot be far behind.  Can these be tulips?

No tennis today, but tomorrow is promised by the weather guessers to be the nicest day of the year thus far.  I may take a bike ride.  Or maybe not.   The Prairie Princess will be visiting for the weekend from her place of employment in southern Wisconsin.

Novak Djokovic won his 29th consecutive tennis match today, tying Ivan Lendl's record unbeaten streak at the beginning of the new year.  He is currently ranked number two in the world behind that Spanish guy.

A cardinal lives in my back yard

And it's not Cardinal Richelieu. He died in France in 1642. The cardinal in my yard is a bird, and he apparently has a mate, too. He may be the bird that's trying to build a bird's nest on the outdoor light fixture by the back door. I'm in a battle with whatever avian is doing that. Every morning I go out and demolish his overnight construction and put up my mini scarecrow - one of the action characters from the cartoon series "He Man." So far the bird has continued it's fruitless pursuit. I think I'm winning.

It was a very nice day, climbing into the 60's. The geezer guys I play tennis with decided that we'd play outside. It was a trifle too windy for effective play, and a little cooler than ideal, but it was only our second nice enough day for outside play. And it is May 4th already. So we played a couple of sets at Marie Park next to the duck pond and enjoyed coping with the wind currents. We split sets 6-2, 3-6. Over in the pond a couple of mallards swam back and forth, probably getting ready to raise a family of ducklings.

Bill C. brought to our attention that the Champions Tour - an exhibition competition featuring Agassi, Sampras, McEnroe, and Chang - is coming to town - the Target Center - late in September. We decided to get tickets and go watch some "old timers" play tennis against each other. It's odd to call them old timers when I'm 25 years older than any of them. So it goes. I think it'll be fun.

Better sun

The sun came out and it looks like May will make an appearance. It gave me a chance to experiment with the new camera. I decided I'd like to find some wildlife to point and shoot at. Crosby Farm and Hidden Falls are still closed - high water. I drove by to verify the closed status and found it to be true. Thus Minnehaha Park seemed as good a place to find birds at least, if not a stray lion or unicorn.

The water has receded a bit, so it is now possible to get all the way to the merger of the creek with the Mississippi, but there is still a significant presence of mud. There are also a few temporary wetlands, as seen below, wetlands which will disappear later in the late arriving summer. The green grasses, probably sedges, are appearing near the creek and I think that I spotted some burdock. The stream in the background is Minnehaha Creek.

I found some small birds flitting about. There were also some geese, but they're easy to photograph and have appeared here enough as of late. This little guy hung around for several shots, partly because I was outside his zone of comfort. There were other birds around - no see'ums. I could hear their singing, but was unable to make visual contact.

Tomorrow is a tennis day, and it may be nice enough for some outside action. I hope so.

If it's warm enough we may have to change the chant to:

"Hurray, hurray the fourth of May, outdoor [name your previously indoor activity here] starts today."

May is supposed to be warmer than this

What is it, do you suppose, that causes an ice age to descend upon the earth? Does the sun give up on us for a few hundred years, until we learn our lesson. I think it's doing it again. Perhaps, only the trees can save us.

So today I baked another loaf of bread and waited for May to show up several days late.

Trail Closed

The first of May and a lot of outdoor activities usually start today. Most of them would be uncomfortable on a day like today, and some would result in possibly embarrassing frost bite. The temperature in the weather station nearest to me in the Saintly City topped out at 41 degrees. Freaking degrees.

I stayed home most of the day and baked some bread in my handy dandy bread baking machine. Oatmeal and rye with the basic white flower. It was great as dessert tonight after dinner.

In the middle of the afternoon, I thought I needed a walk about. Crosby Farm is usually a nice place to walk and get a first hand view of some nature as it emerges from its winter malaise. So I got myself down the bank to Crosby Farm and started to the hiking/biking path that goes along the mighty Mississippi. The path is closed. The Mississipi has not receded enough to relinquish the flood plain to the denizens of dry land. I took a pass on the walk about, but not until I took a picture for this blog.

Another picture of the chives in my backyard. They seem to thrive in the coolish temperatures that pass for spring in these parts. I'm still working on learning the capabilities of my new camera, and this is a test shot, just trying to get a feel for the photo quality. I like the sharpness of focus and the rendering of color. And the chives look good enough to add to my next batch of vegetable soup.