April
15, 2007:
Another
heavenly day! It didn’t even freeze last night – the low was +3 – so
the snow melted all night. We took a drive around the Park this morning
– to the
Marina
, around past Almi Campground, Uskatik and the subdivisions. So far, no
sign of any problem areas. Almi is draining well with no water build-up,
and most culverts are open. There is a lot of water on the ice, and the
creek is running hard. At the
Marina
the floating docks are away above the fixed docks. Greenwater Creek at the
north end of the lake is going to have to take away an awful lot of water
before the snow is gone from the bush, so we shouldn’t get too
complacent.
To
say the weather has been pleasant would be a horrible understatement. It
was chilly the first part of the week, but since Friday it has been
positively glorious! How sweet it is to be able to go for a walk without
even putting on a jacket! Next big step toward spring will be going out
without having to put on rubber boots. By the forecasts, it sounds as if
we have at least another week of warm weather.
The
snow is disappearing at a great rate. I spent three days shoveling off the
north deck where it was up to three feet deep; if I had waited it would be
almost all gone by now. I guess the exercise didn’t do me any harm. Some
of my water runs on the south side of the house have gradually filled in,
so I have been cleaning them out again. Another
big spring
job is raking the driveways – it brings the crushed rock to the surface
and lets the clay work down. How I wish I could just phone some kid and
let him do it!
I
haven’t heard of any problems here in the Park; many of the culverts are
blocked and will be for awhile yet, and pretty good-sized ponds are
forming, but they will just run over the road and down to the lake.
We
had another open house here yesterday; Joanne Yacyshyn was showing some
people through and while they were standing on the north deck, two deer
came up. Doreen coaxed them a bit and they came right up to the deck and
browsed on the spilled bird seed. Two squirrels were chasing each other
around all over the yard (yep, it’s that time of year again!) and a
rabbit, which must have been feeding with the deer, hopped away. Joanne
was snapping away like crazy. Those animals could be our strongest selling
feature!
We
keep hearing rumors about the Greenhills Golf Course – that it lost a
lot of money and may not even open this year. Finally, I phoned Burl Adams
(reached him at his kids’ place in
Winnipeg
through the wonders of telephony) and asked him if there was any substance
to the rumors. He said staff has been hired, preliminary work has been
done, and the golf course will open as usual. Burl says he has heard the
rumors too, but has no idea where they are coming from. If you hear them
ignore them – you heard it from me!
No
signs of any activity around the Cove yet, though I hear rumors of people
in looking at it with a view to buying it. We have had no contact whatever
with the owners so don’t know what their plans are for this coming
season.
Connie
and Gary said they would re-open on May 3rd, and if memory
serves, they plan their first smorg for May 6th. We can hardly
wait. Since they closed on March 17th, we have hardly seen any
of our friends. We never did get a coffee circle going, likely because it
has been so mucky and nobody wanted to rip up their neighbors’
driveways.
We
heard there was a major re-fit being done at the water treatment building.
The other day, I saw a truck with a trailer full of strange-looking
equipment parked there. Today, there is a great pile of used valves and
pipes lying outside the building, so I would presume they got the job
done. We have wonderful water here in the Park; the treatment facility is
modern and well maintained, capable of handling the Park’s water needs
during the peak of the summer. Soft water, and good-tasting.
Our
geese fly over regularly. Some of them are nesting on the island in the
Marina
. I thought I could hear a crane yesterday; I could see one bird flying
pretty high, but couldn’t swear it was a crane except for the sound. Do
they ever fly solo?
Purple
finches (purple poopers, our grandkids used to call them) are back, as are
grackles or blackbirds – I can never tell them apart.