There’s a small creek that runs behind Winfield Village. It feeds the ponds in the Lake Park subdivision, and then the water flows on to the Embarras River.
It usually has only three or four inches of water in it, but after heavy rain it swells quite a bit.
A downed branch in Winfield Village. #lichensubscribe
Whenever I have to go out and do things, especially when I have to see people, or worse yet have to talk to them, and I actually do, I ask the rhetorical question, “Am I not the most socialist of all possible butterflies?” Today I was the most ice cream socialist of all possible butterflies!
Street lights on the ice glaze left by freezing rain.
After yesterday’s brightly colored dawn, a dramatic change: Today’s rather somber snow on the sycamore tree.
I took Ashley out just a little earlier than usual, because the dawn sky was so pretty. And good that I did, because now it’s pretty much just grey out there.
For a few weeks near the solstice, you can see the sun rise between the buildings east and south from my house.
You can see the sun, but don’t look at the sun.
An above-average dawn sky.
Zoomies! #dogsofmastodon
I grabbed this image and sent it to my brother @stevendbrewer, saying “I guess I don’t need to get to Yellowstone now.”
Then Winfield Village sent me this text:
UREGENT MESSAGE FROM ILLINOIS AMERICAN WATER A main water line into the property has broken and a boil order is in effect until 5:30 pm.
