Our anniversary weekend – cold and gray, with about half an inch of rain. Yesterday Mike went in to Alma to help with the Lions smelt fry. He had fun, and smelled more like deep-frying than like fish when he got back.

I worked on my wicker chair that I’m trying to reweave. It’s difficult, and I don’t know how to do it, so I keep making mistakes and having to take things out – but I’m making progress, and I think it will be nearly ready to sit in by the time it’s warm enough to sit on the porch.

Today we did chain saw projects. We cleared some trees that had fallen down on the cabin road, and then tackled a thicket of old sumac and honeysuckle on the top edge of Indian Grass Prairie. We cut and tordoned about half the thicket. We’re making a huge brush pile – we’ll have to have a big brush burning party – out in the field this time – I don’t want to set any more birch trees on fire. I discovered a big patch of lilies – I don’t know what kind – under the birch tree that we set on fire with our last brush pile burn up there. They aren’t Camas Lilies – they look more like Turk’s cap lilies. My dream is to have them turn out to be Wood Lilies – that would be exciting! I can’t think what else they would be – up on top of the ridge. (When they bloomed I realized that they are an introduced species – probably Lilium lancifolium)