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Summer arrives: A ghost town, a princess, excellent treats and the return of Stone Circle

June 18, 2014

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Apology and explanation The apology part: I did not get a post up about the Wilkinson Summer Lecture series when I should have (the flyer is here). In spite of my dereliction, there was a good audience on Monday for Paul Delange’s talk about Comfort, Michigan, a ghost town on the abandoned rail line between […]

And now your Agricultural Report from Babs Young

June 5, 2014

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Babs Young has been out and about in the Township paying attention to growing things.  She found strong evidence that there will be excellent–and local–treats for us to eat this summer. Earlier in the spring, you will recall, that was by no means a sure thing.  On May Day the orchard was bare.  Babs wrote: […]

Spring chores, in which the Cowboy is shorn and the Owl reappears

June 4, 2014

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We have been busy around the Writing Studio and Bait Shop, on the theory that when things fall apart that we can’t fix, we should find something we can fix and do that. Excellent.  We can wash windows and screens.  We have a lot of windows and screens, and three sets of sliding glass doors.  We set to […]

I say spring arrived on May 18

June 3, 2014

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It certainly wasn’t very springlike on May 2, when it snowed.  The snow melted practically as fast as it landed, but that was probably because I threatened it with a welding torch.  It wasn’t very springlike on May 5, when plenty of ice bobbed about in the Bay.  It wasn’t even our ice.  It was the ice from […]

Springiness

April 27, 2014

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I have just discovered truthiness. The word, not the concept. I gather most of you have known about it since, oh, 2005 or so, but I heard the word for the first time on the radio yesterday. The concept, if not the word, has been part of my analysis of Unfortunate Contemporary Discourse for a […]

Invisible Birds in the Mist

April 24, 2014

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We have had some welcome warmer days recently. The ice is melting on the Bay and on the lakes and sliding off the roof. It rains a little each night, the mornings are misty. The birds are invisible. Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I were on our favorite woods trail when I heard a barking […]