No invisible birds in the mist today, although they’re coming soon. For one thing, it’s a beautiful day and you deserve to see some nice blue skies. For another, we have presents – I love presents – and they’re all in black and white. Let’s begin with the blue skies. Now the presents. Every now […]
Language is a tricky thing. That’s one of the things I like about it. Also one of the things about it that I distrust. Consider the ambiguous note on report cards and in personnel files–Exceeds expectations. On its face, that must be good, probably better than Fails to meet expectations. But whose expectations? And what […]
Yesterday morning we had more snow. The sun came out and drove it away, but this morning we had more snow again. Is there no end to it? Apparently not. But never mind. Even in the depth of despair there is healing for the frozen spirit. Yesterday was a case in point. Babs invited me to breakfast […]
At the Writing Studio and Bait Shop mist rose from patches of rich brown leaves and flowed across the Bay, hiding the Leelanau Peninsula. A mile to the east, Babs Young woke to blue Torch Lake, where the ice is melting at last. Colors are coming back into the world.
Bruce the Weatherman (not to be confused with Bruce the Maple Syrup Tycoon) writes: Andi and I have fled to Ann Arbor to avoid Eastport’s usual April mud. But it looks like the mud there is still covered. While we are away, we have network cameras keeping their eyes on things. We also have a […]
It hasn’t been a bit warmer over in Boyne City than it has here, but they are an intrepid bunch. Where there is intrepidity, there is Babs. She brought you back a present: the ice fountain from the Boyne City Park. Yes, the skating rink beyond is Lake Charlevoix. Yes, it is frozen, but not in […]
April 23, 2014
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