On an average day, we have six comfy chairs in our forest at Roundrock. (If we know we’re going to have guests, we might bring along a few more chairs, but let’s say we have an average of six.) There are two under the shady tarp; there are two at the new campsite deep in the woods; and then there are these two on Libby’s Island.
In a perfect world, we wouldn’t use these two chairs much because they’d be on an island, an island surrounded by water, and we wouldn’t want to get our toes wet wading to the island just to sit in some chairs. Unfortunately, the world (or the dam) isn’t perfect (in case you haven’t noticed for yourself), and we can nearly always get to this island without getting our feet wet. Regardless, we don’t use these two chairs much. We just never seem to take ourselves over to the island for a sit down. I don’t know why, but that’s the way it is.
You may be able to discern in this photo a small tree growing up through the arms of the chairs. There is also grass growing up through the seat. That can tell you how long it had been since we had visited the island. Normally we lean these chairs against a tree so that the seats don’t accumulate a lot of debris, but some capricious wind must have blown them upright in the past months, and since we hadn’t been by, we hadn’t noticed.
When we finally did visit, we were able to determine that the chairs continue to work as well as when we put them there. We had gone to the island to scatter some coneflower seeds, but it took me a long time to do that since I spent so much time testing the chairs.
- New England asters bloom — provide nectar for late-migrating monarchs.
Today in Missouri history:
- Frankie and Johnny were lovers, so the song goes, but the real-life couple who inspired the tune lived in St. Louis where they loved and quarrelled. That came to an end when Frankie Baker stabbed Johnny (his name was actually Allen Britt) on this date in 1899.