We're enjoying a very nice day here today. We have sun, but with some high clouds, and it's already 63 degrees at my shaded thermometer. There's a light breeze, and the birds are singing. Speaking of singing, last night we heard for the first time the frogs singing in the swamps below us. I wondered what they did with all the snow. I guess, like us humans, they manage, regardless.

Yesterday was a really nice day, too. We walked down W. Shore Road and met several people - Kate Chatot was heading out. She said there were too many black flies in the woods so she decided to try walking on the road. They were out there, too, but Kate said they weren't quite as bad. Then right behind Kate our daughter-in-law Marie and her sister, Louise, were coming back from their walk.

We didn't go as far as usual because it was beginning to get too hot for me. I don't like heat, and for that reason, we try to walk in the cooler hours of early morning or evening; but yesterday didn't start off all that warm so we delayed until afternoon. Besides, I wanted to drop down to check the water level at Walter's. It was normal, and most of the snow was gone around their place, too. It'll be good when Walter and Mimi get back here - then he can let us know if the water level gets too high. These flowers are on Walter's waterfront.

We found Ray Rouleau and his crew (grandchildren, Christian, Evan and Ali, in the photo here) heading out to do Green-Up. Ray said they love Joe's Pond and were very willing to do Green-Up. They certainly seemed enthusiastic and were doing a great job. Grandpa "Pecky" said when they finished they were going to have sugar on snow, and yep, they had fresh snow right on their lawn.

There didn't seem to be as much trash along the roadside as we usually see, so we thought someone had been out earlier, perhaps. People who walk on W. Shore Road are very good about picking up trash when they see it during the summer, and we do it from time to time the rest of the time, but it still builds up.

The Dudleys were here to open camp. Stephen had been watching the blog, he said, for weather updates and decided since the forecast was for a nice couple of days they could get some of the work done. We chatted with them for a few minutes, but didn't want to hold up their work.

There was activity at Toll's island and with a little zoom Fred captured that. We could hear the voices but couldn't tell what they were saying. It seemed as if they were perhaps putting in docks, and later the pontoon boat was on the other side of the island. From the picture, it seems there were a lot of "directors" and that made us wonder, how many men does it take to put in a dock?

Lots of people have their in and we saw one boat out on the water. Jack LaGue seemed to be at camp but we didn't see him or Sue as we walked up their driveway from Meadow Lane to Sandy Beach Road.

We will be getting ready for the award ceremony this afternoon. I have the check and certificate ready and we'll pick Diane up on our way. Fred has to go to take pictures, but we aren't sure if Bill will come. It would be nice to have at least a small gathering there.

I just saw a large rabbit chasing a smaller one across our lawn. I guess we don't need to wonder what that's all about.

A friend called last night to ask if I had ever heard of "Bond Hill" in Cabot. I hadn't thought about it for a long time, but the hill as one is leaving Cabot Village on Rt. 215 was called Bond Hill when I was in school there. Someone had asked my friend about it and nobody seemed to remember it. That really isn't surprising as most of the people who live in Cabot now are young or new to the area. The next question was why was it called Bond Hill? I said I supposed there was a family by that name living there at some point. This morning I went to my cemetery records and found two Bond children had died here in 1841; William, who died on September 17 at age 5, and his little sister, Mary, who died at age 3 on October 5. They were the children of Curtiss and Mary Bond, who apparently did not stay in Cabot, for they are not buried here. I imagine they had lived on that hill coming out of the village and probably moved away after their children died that year. I'll keep looking and may come across more information.

Oops! There goes one of those bunnies back in the opposite direction! I guess Mr. McGregor will need to watch his garden carefully this summer . . . !

See you at the fishing access!