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Sunday, June 15 2025

location: 940 feet west of Woodworth Lake, Fulton County, NY

After our morning coffee & Spelling Bee ritual, I did a few minor chores, including adding anti-slip treads on the steps up to the east deck and gathering buckets of topsoil from nearby and dumping them in various places around the foundation wall to cover places where the brown paint on the Durock hadn't quite reached.
Eventually Gretchen and Charlotte walked down to the dock, where it was just warm enough for Gretchen to do some reading. I later joined her with Neville at around the time she decided to hike back to the cabin. She tried to use my Mossy Rock Trail, but enough of the sticks lining the path had been lost under the leaves for her to lose her way and end up on the original lake trail.

Persistently overcast skies made recharging our car sufficiently to drive back home a little difficult, and this was compounded by that 40 mile side trip we'd taken yesterday. But by 3:00pm we had 143 miles of range in our Bolt, so off we went. Gretchen was driving, and she prefers to take the Thruway, so that was how we went. We ended the drive with only about 25 miles of range left.
On the drive, Gretchen kept noticing the showy white flowers of the blooming catalpa trees, and she wondered if we should plant some of those. I said we have a nice catalpa across the street from our mailbox. It's technically on A's parcel, but it helps to block our view of the road.
There was a baby rabbit not far from Diane in the driveway when we arrived, which was a little surprising given that the rabbit was small enough for Diane to kill. Evidently a deer had visited our garden this weekend because the sunflowers had had all their leaves browsed off high on their stems.


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