Snowflake drifted along in my peripheral vision, mostly as something that isn't there any more. A ghost town. There's a little sign on M-88 between Central Lake and Bellaire. I'd seen it but not really seen it, if you know what I mean. Then one day it registered. It's still there???
I tell you, those folks who've been occupying my every waking moment for almost a year now are spilling over into public life in the Township as well. I must be getting close to something. The question would be, what?!?
OK, we’ve been a little quiet over here. We’ve been thinking. We’re still thinking, but yesterday we walked and thought at the same time, which is progress. While we were walking we noticed a windsurfer way out on the Bay, skimming along, having a wonderful . . . oops! We were worried for a little […]
Babs Young writes: It’s morning on Beaver Island. I spent a little over one day there last week. I’ll go back again. Much to take in. You can see the rest of my photos from Beaver Island on Flickr. I’m just sure this is a black and white image. Positive. So why is there red […]
The farm markets are bursting with good food. Fat haybales dot the landscape. We feel blessed. But wait, wait—from a plant's perspective, it is not all about us! It is about making more plants, and this is planting time.
I sat down to open my email this morning and saw Incoming in my Family folder. Ah! Something from Rob the Firefighter! Then I saw the subject line, and my heart plummeted. “It’s not me.” Bless him a thousand times for sending that. Because I had it before I heard the news, before I learned […]
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