We live one-quarter mile from the shores of Lake Superior. In the autumn, when the leaves fall from our poplar and maple and birch trees, we can glimpse the blue waters of the Huron Bay from our kitchen window.
I like to say we live in a “Little House in the Big Woods”. Like Laura Wilder Ingalls, our nearest neighbors are deer, squirrels, coyote and an ocassional bear.
The area where we live is called “Aura”. Once, our neighbors visited a post office on this jutting peninsula which culminates at Point Abbaye. Now our mail is delivered in L’Anse and a nice postal driver named Bob delivers our mail at the end of our driveway.
We raised two children here in the Big Woods. They flew to opposite sides of our country. Kiah lives in New York City, and Christopher in San Diego. They both carry memories of trees, chickadees, the two-room elementary school where they learned their ABC’s. (And where I still work as the Business Manager.)
Prepare for the unexpected if you visit this blog! Sometimes it shows photos of Lake Superior. Sometimes it talks about the Upper Peninsula. Other times it shares my personal opinions about Facebook, WordPress, blogging or spirituality. Who knows what comes next?
I welcome you to our little cedar house in the woods. I welcome you to the sound of cold waves lapping against the shore. Please linger awhile. Let’s sip tea together and share our stories. All are welcome here…