Storm clouds rolling across Michigan Thumb farmlands

Storm clouds rolling across Michigan Thumb farmlands

The suitcase sits open over there on that chair, and there’s a backpack on the kitchen table and two bags on the floor and scattered groceries from the shopping spree at the Marquette Co-op.  It’s probably time to unpack, don’t you think?

After 625 miles and two days, I’m back home in the woods.  And it’s actually WARM here!  In the mid-70’s.  Barry and I sat out on the deck and caught up on our week apart.  The lovely cup of black tea should have helped with the sleepiness. 

I have two sets of photos.  One, the Lower Peninsula.  Two, Lake Superior in the Upper Peninsula.  Even though today’s outdoor adventure involved wandering along the lake near Au Train with my friend Catherine, those shall be posted tomorrow.

Another snapping turtle (Second spotting this year)

Another snapping turtle (Second spotting this year)

The above turtle clawed in the gravelly sand driveway at the Bellaire cottage this morning.  At first I could figure out what animal was sitting behind the cars.  I scurried out at 7 a.m. with a camera to look closer at this fellow.  Catherine thought perhaps he (excuse me, she) might be digging in the sand to bury eggs.  Wrong spot, turtle!  Find somewhere else, please.  And off she went to dig in the neighbor’s driveway…

Grandpa's trumpet vine

Grandpa's trumpet vine

After peering at the turtle, I admired the leafing trumpet vine plant.  This trellised plant came to the cottage via my mom’s father many years ago.  Probably in the 1970’s, soon after we bought the place.  It’s special to think of this plant as a multi-generational beauty.  That many generations of our family can enjoy the beautiful blooms, and thank Grandpa for sharing it with us.

Fog on the lake this morning

Fog on the lake this morning

The fog lay thick across Intermediate Lake.  You could hardly see the islands out in front of the cottage.  In actuality, it’s getting harder to see the islands every year.  Either the lake is rising or the islands are shrinking.  Back in the early 1900’s a dance hall sat on the islands in the middle of this lake (which perhaps once were connected) , or at least that’s the rumor we’ve heard for years.  Now it would be challenging to spread a blanket and eat a picnic lunch.  That’s how tiny the island nearest the cottage is.

Dewy goose feather in the grass

Dewy goose feather in the grass

My, my, it looks like the geese have enjoyed a picnic on the front lawn!  Feathers and scat everywhere.  No sign of the swans this morning, although they could have been ten feet away and almost invisible in the fog.

We headed uptown in Bellaire for breakfast by 8 a.m. and drove out of the fog and into sunlight within three minutes.  And after breakfast drove, and drove, and drove some more.  One and a half hours north and four and a half hours west.  Of course we enjoyed several stops along the way, especially our hike along the shore of Lake Superior.  Stay tuned tomorrow for those photos & who knows what else!

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