27 May 2011

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.  Woke up to a blanket of fog this morning; by 0800, 24 of our first 36 ours on Seguin have been completely socked in listening to the foghorn.  After breakfast Amy opted to stay inside next to the heater reading (she’s making a game effort at The Fellowship of the Ring trying to figure our why I like Tolkien so much), while I took Darcy outside in a vain effort to bleed off some of his energy.  We walked the rocks on the bottom of the island, not much to see but breakers and fog.

By the time we got back the sun had warmed the morning up nicely, albeit without burning off the fog.  As the grass was way too wet to mow Amy & I tackled the garden.  In pretty short order we had dislodged all the grasses & mosses that had taken root, turned the dirt, plucked numerous stones, and even propped up the rock wall in places.  Our little garden plot is ready to receive seeds, which we will sow in the coming days.

Amy working on lawn next to the garden

We took a break for lunch and by the time we were done around 1330, the fog had thinned and visibility opened up to about 3 miles.  We had a solid 5 hours with no fog signal, which we used for two omnipresent Seguin activities: mowing grass and raking up the hay.  It took me four hours to mow the bulk of the lawn up top, with Amy raking hay as I went, and Darcy running rapidly between the two of us yelping & growling for all he was worth.  The task of getting the lawns under control is daunting, but I think it is likely once we finish this round of raking & mowing, and doing it one more time Monday or Tuesday, we’ll be ahead of it.

The day wrapped up quietly.  Amy tried to teach me some yoga, which I’m fairly certain is her way of getting back at me for bringing her to a remote island for the summer.  Much to the dog’s joy we took a walk down the South Trail to stretch our legs and check out how much we need to do to make it passable.  After a dinner of leftover curried carrot soup & bread, we retired to the living room for a game of cribbage.  We went to bed with solid fog, a gentle NE’ly breeze, temp in the low 50’s, and 30.00 inches of mercury, barometer holding steady.