I had no intention of writing a blog today. Other things to do, you know. First, work at the school. It’s a long story why I was working on Tuesday instead of Monday (my usual day) but I will not bore you with the lengthy details. Suffice it to say, this morning meant work.
This afternoon involved a tour of the new hospital in L’Anse. Very snazzy new facility. I thought briefly of taking pictures and showing you, but decided against it. You can imagine the new hospital. First, imagine a hospital built in the 1950’s. That is our old hospital. Now imagine a new fancy high-tech state-of-the-art hospital. That is where you, too, can have your gallbladder removed in Baraga County after June 10th.
I came home to a cryptic message from a blog-reader. OK, not just any blog reader. A family member blog-reader.
The email said, “Streams? Where are my streams?”
You know you’ve landed in the technological era when your first thought is, “Was I suppose to send video streams? Audio streams? What the heck?”
Then it slowly dawned on me. Ahhh…streams. I had promised said family member photos of spring streams. You know, racing rain-drenched spring streams in the gulleys and ravines.
Except, leave it to spontaneity, I had agreed to photograph the streams and then decided instead to go downstate to visit my parents and other extended family. Spring streams were forgotten; cast aside!
Until today. Even though there was no intention to write a blog (I am LOVING my resolution of writing when I feel like it, thank you) it appeared a blog must be written. Before that, a photo shoot must happen. All before dinner.
Thankfully, dinner was leftovers. No cooking involved. I grabbed the trusty camera and dashed into the woods to look for streams.
Report: Sorry, beloved Family Member. The streams are mostly dried up now. We missed their wild churning excitement. You shall have to wait until Next Year. (If I don’t decide to travel during spring run-off, that is.)
Please enjoy the One Stream that I found.
And the letter “A” discovered hanging in a tree way back in the woods. What do you think it means? A is for Arboreal Forest? A is for Aura? A is for Arvon Township? A is for All the spring streams have dried up?
The letter A does not signify “Bird”. It definitely does not signify “Blue Bird”. And yet that is what was spotted right near our house! This is a rare sighting around our house, folks. There are bluebirds in our county, but none linger too long around here.
There is nothing like a bright blue bird brightening up one’s day! Since there weren’t many blue streams, the blue bird will have to suffice.
P.S. You have no idea how many wood ticks I have picked off since this little adventure in the woods. At least a half dozen of the crawling little fellas. It is very distracting. Have completely changed clothes once, but am still suspicious. Wood tick season is so entertaining… (she said with a sigh.)