The weather has turned brutal, even by our standards, but we are intrepid. We wrap ourselves in comforters and eat. After awhile, of course, even the best toasted cheese sandwiches or tortilla wraps (and we flatter ourselves that ours are Not Too Shabby) – even those trusty standbys grow boring. Neighbor Nanette to the rescue. […]
Babs was out and about during a warmish bit last Monday, after it had rained. She wrote: It is our fondest hope that one day soon these cherry trees will be filled with blossoms, but not this week. Indeed.
Babs outdid herself with the weekly Michigan Pic. If you click it for a fullsize view I believe you will be able to count the feathers. Looks like a real harbinger of spring to me. So then I got to thinking about what a satisfactory weekend it had been, braided with friends and small adventures, […]
Extraordinary things happen in our little township. In fact they happen so frequently as to be . . . almost ordinary. On my way up to the second ridge to commune with the wolves, which is a whole ‘nother story all by itself, I happened to pass a new construction zone. This is good news, […]
During my protracted absence from the blogosphere, Babs Young soldiered on, documenting the winter of 2013 so that generations hence may be suitably awed by what we put up with back in the Olden Times. This of course assumes that these posts will survive that long in a form that can be read by future […]
Bruce Laidlaw read yesterday’s post, which featured a careful selection of Sunny Winter Day images from earlier in the month. Then he looked outside his window at the thrashing Bay, and replied: Thanks for the new post. Things looked so nice. You couldn’t take those photos today. It’s blowing 35 [mph] here and it has […]
January 6, 2014
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