Daniel, Amy and myself on the deck (Barry so kindly takes our picture)

Daniel, Amy and myself on the deck (Barry so kindly takes our picture)

Guess what?  We have company!  My dear friend Amy Carr is visiting with her partner, Daniel.  We hardly ever have company.  It’s such a delight.

Amy is actually doing dishes right now, while I sit and leisurely write a blog.  What kind of friend is that?  Maybe she should come and live here…

We’ve had quite a day.

Amy picking blueberries near the Mouth of the Huron

Amy picking blueberries near the Mouth of the Huron

Amy and I left Daniel at home playing his guitar (before Barry got home from work) and drove slowly out to the Mouth of the Huron, talking all the way, catching up on this and that.  We had a mission:  see if the blueberries were ripe.  The chances of the wild blueberries being ripe were 25%.  I swear.  It’s been a cold summer, and the blueberries were probably still yearning for sunlight and hot to ripen themselves into a deep rich blue color, sweet enough to add to pancake mix or eat by the mouthfuls.

Do you think they were ripe?  Do you think we had a chance to pick a handful or container-full or bucket-full?

Blueberries!

Blueberries!

It was indeed a miracle.  The blueberries and huckleberries teased blue through the green leaves.  We knelt in the sandy soil and found handfuls.  Each of us secured a plastic container and began to fill it with shiny dark berries and shimmering lighter blue berries.  I can’t remember which ones are huckleberries and which ones are blueberries.  They taste equally good!

We stopped with enough for our pancakes tomorrow morning.  Plus enough for Amy to munch before bed.

Blueberry bowl

Blueberry bowl

After our blueberry picking stop, we drove out to the beach.  The Mouth of the Huron is one of the most beautiful undeveloped places in our “neck of the woods”.  We used to camp there every summer, which is another story, for another day.  Amy and I had not seen one another for two years, so we had lots of catching up to do.

The beautiful "Mouth of the Huron"

The beautiful "Mouth of the Huron"

There is something special about pausing by the lake, perhaps reaching out to touch the cool waves lapping at the shore, to squish your bare feet into the sand.  We sat for a long while on the sandy beach, allowing our hands to move through the sand in a semi-circular motion.  Amy grew up near Lake Superior’s beaches, and it’s a homecoming for her to feel the sand, admire the rocks, squint against the horizon to see Point Abbeye, the Huron Islands and the misty distant Keweenaw Peninsula.

Stones meander along the shore

Stones meander along the shore

Time to get back to our delightful company!  It is such a pleasure to spend time with old friends.  (Amy and I met each other when she was but 16 years old and I was an “old” woman of 26.  She was reading William Blake in the church foyer and I was so impressed we became fast friends.)

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