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Lemon meringue pie, yellow crane, golden sunrise

April 16, 2009

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It’s been a lovely week so far, and I believe we have a sunny theme going. Paul and Cora Stoppert invited neighbors in for dinner on Sunday and there was pie. Lemon meringue pie, made from scratch with fresh-squeezed lemon juice.  Progress continues at the Blue Pelican. On Tuesday a big yellow crane was lifting […]

Sally Ketchum’s spring fever is catching

April 13, 2009

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What a wonderful, wacka-wacka column Sally Ketchum wrote for today’s Record-Eagle. I recommend you read Jefferson and spring, E.E. and me. It will cheer you up no end. I was grousing to Miss Sadie and the Cowboy about the gray morning we’re having up here, but Sally has energized me. I’m going to make lentil […]

Easter basket

April 12, 2009

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You’ve caught me in a really good mood. Yesterday there was a cache of little presents in my mailbox—my prize from Kathy’s Spring Scavenger Hunt.  It’s a whimsical Up North Easter basket if I’ve ever seen one.  A Lake Superior beach rock (I think it’s a mimetolith – see NW lower Michigan?).  A shell fragment painted with […]

The Bay is free

April 9, 2009

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The ice is gone from the part of Grand Traverse Bay that I can see. Torch Lake is still trapped, but it’s only a matter of days. No matter what Mud Season has in store for us, spring is winning. Not a moment too soon if you ask me. Today sort of got away from […]

Babs Young, Cub Reporter

April 8, 2009

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Just in time to watch newspapers disappear entirely from American culture, Babs and I have found our calling as budding journalists. Fortunately, we can spell irony. This morning Babs was having a peaceful breakfast at Sonny’s when Norton Bretz brought in his new toy, an elaborate underwater camera, for show and tell. The quick-witted Babs […]

The blue hour

April 3, 2009

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This evening a brisk wind blew us along the beach and kicked up whitecaps on the Bay. Broken blocks of ice tossed on the waves. Snowmelt poured from the sandy bluff. As the sun disappeared behind the Leelanau, the sky turned that particular shade of blue that always seems filled with possibilities and longing.   […]