This was the day that Indian Summer closed up the cottage and went to Florida. This afternoon the Cabin Fever Club carpooled over to Suttons Bay in a light drizzle to see a movie. (We’d heard that Tell No One, this weekend’s selection in the Beyond the Bay film series, was smart, suspenseful and French, and it was all that. Especially the French part.) On the way home we stopped at Pearl’s for dinner. By the time I got back to the Writing Studio and Bait Shop the blue tarp over the woodpile was covered with snow. It was very nice to open my email and find this from Babs:
Just when I think the color is gone the orchards tune up with this golden glow. However the ground is just slightly white right now from our first spit of snow.
Every week photographer Babs Young captures moments in northern Michigan, and every week she sends one to Torch Lake Views just for you. You can find more of her photos by following the Babs Young Photos link in the Categories list over in the right column, or by going to her Michigan Pictures Archives: 2004, 2005, 2006 and 2007.
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Leslie Smyers
November 10, 2008
Now that’s very, very gorgeous! 🙂
uphilldowndale
November 10, 2008
It is indeed, and it also rather reminds me of the military WW1 cemeteries in France and Belgium, I think it’s the neatness of the rows and the white bark
P.J. Grath
November 10, 2008
Gerry, you came all the way to Suttons Bay today? I am ONLY glad you did not come on up to Northport because–I wasn’t there! My Monday & Wednesday volunteer is going to be away so much this month and next that I decided to have the bookstore closed Sundays and Mondays. Do come sometime on one of the other five days of the week, though! And check out comments to my WLHM posting: there’s a response from his editor at Little, Brown. We can keep hoping!
Gerry
November 10, 2008
Heather, that’s exactly right – I knew those sturdy rows reminded me of something. Well-tended, marching off into the distance . . . the sense of loss and aching beauty that is autumn.
PJ, I will definitely make the trek when you are there – and will call Dog Ears first just to make sure. One of these times you might like to join the intrepid Cabin Fever Club when we’re in a Leelanua frame of mind.