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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- My first love…before Lake Superior
- Follow your feet.
- Serendipity, a light house & wind-blown hair
- Ladies of the lake and other Lake Superior sunset photos
- What makes you shine? (the tale of a book tour…)
- My public radio interview
- When a raptor needs the doctor
- Oh, you, nature child
- The lives we didn’t live.
- Monday morning eyes
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Dear Friends, This week I bought three pints of maple syrup. My friend, Patsy, and her family tapped the sap and boiled to create this delicious treat. After reading yesterday’s comments from so many of you who unabashedly welcomed me … Continue reading
Yesterday, unexpectedly, several online friends sent notes, emails, Facebook messages. “Where are you? When are you coming back to blogging? We miss you. Are you surviving the winter?” My heart lurched in appreciation for friends who reappeared out of the … Continue reading
Indeed, what a weekend it’s been! What a weekend it’s going to be! It is the weekend of the Susies. Specifically, since you asked, Susie Q and Suzi BB. My Internet Pals, turned Real & In-Person. First, may I re-introduce … Continue reading
Last Saturday evening we traveled with friends to the Hungarian Falls, just north of Hancock, near Dollar Bay. We aimed to hike by the falls before eating dinner in Calumet at Carmelitas, a Mexican restaurant, where you buy chips and … Continue reading
Thirty-five years ago the bridesmaids wore yellow. A hot yellow sun oven-baked the Methodist church on September 9th, 1978. We sweltered. We sweated. (OK, maybe it rained. Maybe the bridesmaids wore baby blue and maybe we married in the Presbyterian … Continue reading
It’s 3:30 on Sunday, Labor Day weekend. Time to make pesto. Walnuts roast in a 350 degree oven until they smell warm and toasty. Fresh pungent green basil lies newly picked on the counter ready for drenching in olive oil. … Continue reading