Sometimes a person just has to walk away from piles of paper and digital displays and get outside. Dogs, of course, are always on board with that decision, so on Tuesday Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I snuck away from the Civil War veterans and headed over to the Antrim Creek Natural Area. We didn’t […]
This morning there are signs everywhere of the storm passing. Branches pulled from trees, leaves pulled from branches, and a fish pulled from the lake and dropped far up the beach. He seemed to be watching his world recede. Dropped here by a gull or flung up by a wave, he was stranded by forces […]
I swear, a person does not need television around here. Yesterday we were taking a brisk walk along the shore. A storm was brooding over the Leelanau Peninsula and we wanted to be snugly back home before it hit. I heard shouting, and saw a tiny boat out there at the sandbar. What the heck, I thought. The sailors […]
I know you are dying to read a long soliloquy on an abstruse topic, but I'm fresh out of patience for all that. Wouldn't you rather see what's up at Barnes Park?
I was pondering a post that I very much feared would bore you to death when Bing! my Outlook announced the arrival of a new batch of mail. Right there on top was a present from Andi Laidlaw. You are rescued. Andi is a minimalist. Her title is Coneflower and Bee. I am a maximalist, […]
On Sunday I was driving along east of Torch Lake in need of bucking up. Maybe Lois Dawson would like to go for a walk. When I got over there, Gary was washing windows and Lois was in the kitchen. Maybe this was not a good time. No, it was a fine time. Here, I should bury my nose in this bundle of sage. It would make me feel better. Wait a minute while the beans got started, and we'd go. (Lois and I would go. Gary would stay and tend the beans. He looked suspiciously contented when we left.)
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