Sunday, September 22, 2013

#569: Fishing at Brant Point

Early morning, before the island wakes,
 Brant Point fishing can be magical.
A father and son hop in their kayak,
headed to Coatue to go clamming.

Some fishermen already leaving 
when we arrived, there's always an earlier bird.

Still waters, quiet minds.

A boat or two glides by,
not busy like in August but friendly--
David usually knows the folk on these boats.

Sailing beauties sleep

Pan-fired scup for breakfast?
That's reason enough for early morning fishing.

Evidence of a good catch,
a bluefish rack left for the seagulls.

Or, in a different light:
a mermaid sits and sings
 on the rocks of the Brant Point lighthouse.
Like I said, magical.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

#568: Honey Harvest

Our first honey harvest!

Always start with the smoker.
I was told the bees think there's a fire, 
so they eat  honey and get all dopey.
Like us, at Thanksgiving.

Whoa, honeycomb in the top super already!
We have very busy bees.

There's a metal grate on top of the 2nd super 
which prevents the queen from moving farther up.
It's called a 'queen excluder'.

The workers call it
'another thing to make honeycomb on'

Checking the frames, this one's full and capped off.

Scrape off the cap wax, carefully,
then hang the frame to drip over a cookie sheet.

As Carl says:
"This house is about to be filled with the sound of yum."


Sunday, September 15, 2013

#567: More County Fair Fun

Did I say how much I love the County Fair?
Here's why:
Our free Jeep for 3 days!
I won the rental from Nantucket Island Rent-a-Car at a
raffle at Fairgrounds House.
We took it out to Altar Rock for a picnic last night.

Fair food, delicious.
Peppers, onions and sausage or fried clams?
The red bracelets are new.
I don't like them, they're plastic.
Handstamps were cooler.

Prizes for honey.
this is a competitive class, there are a lot of beekeepers
on Nantucket.

Intense concentration on a



Extraordinary art by teenaged artists,
and their super happy customers.

Instruction in life's complexities.
There are dozens of little ones everywhere.

Aflac, the duck, enjoying the music.

The band, 211 in Progress,
click on their name if you want to hear their sound.
They gave a shout out to our fish market during one of their songs,
the line was: happier than a cat in a fish store, Glidden's!
Did I say how much I love our fair?

Banners snapping in the wind.

2nd prize, Skillet Toss on Sunday.
This is Tracy,
she threw that skillet 42'6",
not to worry, the kid wasn't standing there.
Let no one ever say Tracy is a woman
without talent.

Bringing the birds home,
one blue ribbon, one red, three white.
Nicely done, girls.
Our veggies didn't win anything but
that's ok, they're still good to eat.
As David's proving in the picture.

The ribbons ready for display.
The kitten apron 
ready for storage till next year.
It was a terrific Fair.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

#566: County Fair Fun

It's the Fair!
The worst of the crowds have gone,
time to re-group and re-connect with friends
and neighbors we've been too busy see all summer.
There was ring toss onto antlers

and building scarecrows. 
I'll take pictures of the finished ones tomorrow.
I love the kid in the backwards cap making believe he's elsewhere.

Finding courage, with spotters.

Would you let your child be face-painted
 by girls with arms like these?
I would.

Blue Ribbon Hen, or else.

Ring toss.
Parents were sometimes more anxious than the children.

Live musicians, joyful kid's tunes.
You know, like Itsy-Bitsy spider.

Chocolate covered pretzels AND tractors,
can a fair get any better than this?

It can! Egg-on-a-spoon races.

Hay rides behind a tractor.

Photo ops on Ray Owen's giant pumpkin.

And even martial arts demos,
with live music, and kids joining in.

But, best of all,
the Skillet Toss.
This proud gentleman is Michael, from Southie.
He tossed the skillet 54'3" for 3rd place.
On his birthday.
Way to go, Michael.

If you want to beat his distance,
come tomorrow, 10-4 at the Tom Nevers' Fairgrounds.
See ya there.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

#565: See ya later, alligator!

The annual Labor Day picnic
at Brant Point.
A few of us show up to wave good-bye
to the last Steamship Authority
 slow boat of Labor Day.
Marking the end of summer
on a high note.
Flag waving is a must.

We pretty much wave at everything.
Some folk tried a little fishing while waiting for the boat,
we didn't catch anything but there was a 30" striper caught
while we were there.

Here she comes!
The kids hold signs and flags,
Champagne duty belongs to an adult.

Smile and wave!
Much hooting and hollering!

The picnic retired to our house as it began to rain.
A good time was had by all and we'll...
See you next summer!
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...