the beauty of a misty morning marsh
Photo by J. Harrington
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After the upcoming thunderstorms, a subsequent series of days with temperatures in the 90's should convince us that we're enjoying peak Summer. Right? Remember the cold and snow and wind of five or six months ago, when we, at least some of us, were wishing then that it was now? Now we have it. Are we trying to hurry Winter back? I hope not.
the drama of a Summer thunderstorm
Photo by J. Harrington
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I do admit to a quandary. With the expected heat and humidity, wearing waders, even lightweight ones, promises to be more than a little uncomfortably soggy, especially if fishing from a bank instead of wading cool water. Then again, the sections of river I'm planning to fish are noted for their silty bottom, which suggests staying out of the water. I'm seriously contemplating wearing wading boots, jeans, and wading wet if need be. That might expose me to tick bites but I've already removed three this Summer so, maybe, that might be an end to them? Not likely. We'll give this some more thought. Instead of getting caught between a rock and a hard place, we may be caught between a tick and a soft (river) bottom.
Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the daisied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers,—
Bear only perfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men’s fields.
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