Last Friday at Lake Geneva, WI.
Since my last post, the rose-breasted grosbeaks, indigo buntings, Baltimore orioles, and ruby-throated hummingbirds have returned to our yards, and I have
— reached Book 52 in Robin’s 52 Books in 52 Weeks Challenge;
— seen Hamlet at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater and realized that last year’s Gift Theatre production may prove the most electrifying and memorable Hamlet I will ever see;
— planted impatiens, purslane, and geraniums and mowed the lawn at least five times;
— reread fifteen of the eighteen chapters of James Joyce’s Ulysses (in anticipation of seeing Remy Bumppo’s Bloomsday) and wondered, “Why?” at least twice during each chapter;
— visited Cantigny Park (much of which is under construction) and Lake Geneva, WI; and
— watched my younger daughter graduate from university.
That gives new meaning to “pressed into my commonplace book,” eh? I get hook-hand while writing thank-you notes, so it’s hard for me to imagine copying an entire book.
The image was taken at the Lost Valley Visitor Center’s “19th Century Scientists” exhibit.
Over the Easter break, my older daughter and I spent a lovely day in Lake Geneva — breakfasting, shopping for antiques and books, walking, and later, just sitting by the water.
Detail of Norman Lewis’ “Afternoon” (1969).
I captured the above image last month at the Smart Museum of Art
. Don’t the colors and composition feel like spring? Family geocaching adventures bookended our youngest’s spring break, and during both hikes, we were rewarded with the blue skies and bright yellow sun that this painting evokes. My older daughter and I are on break this week, so we returned to the purported location of the last geocache to see if we could solve the mystery. Alas, no; the site has been temporarily disabled until it can be replaced. We relished sun on our faces, though, and the hint of warmth in the wind.
The weather has been so odd, and the trees and plants are taking it hard. For example, the ginkgo in our front yard dropped all of its leaves this morning — they were still green. The forsythia rebloomed and then froze. The same with both rose bushes. Although fall colors have been difficult to find, however, some autumn gold glimmered during our walk in a new-to-us park near campus yesterday.