Here it is Sunday evening and Babs is Away. What to do, what to do . . . I know. Let’s have leftovers! Oh stop moaning. I’m good with leftovers. You won’t starve. Casseroles were always my best thing. Here is the first mystery ingredient, procured on the road in front of the Writing Studio […]
This, I should have written a week or two ago, is the time of year when the salmon come back to spawn. The Bear, the Boyne, the Jordan, the Elk—the rivers that flow into Torch Lake, or Lake Charlevoix, or Elk Lake, and on into the bay or the big lake itself—are full of big […]
In which even the Cowboy has his eyes opened.
Just when I need it most, friends appear with riches. It's been like that all week.
The first order of business on Monday was to get over to the repair shop to see about the Car Issues. I was not looking forward to this. I brought Miss Sadie and the Cowboy along for company on the walk home. Well. The problem was identified immediately and attended to promptly and at […]
There I was, up to my knees in the meadow, sniffing the breeze the way Miss Sadie and the Cowboy do. July is a fragrant month around here. Hot. Humid. Filled with the small sounds of insects going about their important business.
November 20, 2011
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