The roadsides are full of flowers and critters and the occasional berry. The bluff is covered with equisedum, an ancient life form that crowds out practically everything else, but has somehow made space for the wild rose. Those wild roses have grown in Michigan for a long time, too.
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 […]
So yesterday afternoon we headed down the path to the Bay, passing the snowpile the plow guy had assembled in the neighbors' yard.
Did you know that George Washington kept a diary? Well, he did, and it was full of scintillating entries like "planted four new cherry trees" and "sharpened hatchet"
I had meant this to be “Saying good-bye to summer” – which in my case is not all bad, as I am a fool for autumn – but I have spent a good part of the afternoon trying to deal with internet strangeness/WordPress goofups and I am having deep thoughts. We Shall See. If you […]
I always expect a spell of wonderful weather in September. This year has been something of a disappointment in that regard, but yesterday made up for it. I went rambling across country with the Duo. I found huge, perfect, delicious tomatoes at Providence Farm. I stopped at King’s for apples: Galas and McIntosh. I returned […]
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