Once upon a Silver River

Silvery Silver River

Yesterday morning I drove on slushy slippery roads with six inches of icy heavy wet snow draped against the arms of spruce trees.

At the bottom of Townline Road the Silver River winds up from the Huron Bay, a ribbon of water heading toward higher elevations.

Every day I notice tree reflections in the river, but am usually scurrying toward town or work and do not pause to admire. 

By the banks of the Silver River

 

Yesterday, I paused.  Three vehicles passed as I photographed.  Where did all this traffic materialize?  Ahhh….Sunday.  People were headed to church, or maybe out to their hunting camps. 

Kathy was headed to the  beloved local coffee shop, Java by the Bay, for a cup of steaming hot Sumatra and a slice of “Monkey Bread”.  (At least that’s what I think it was called.  Sweet.  Delicious.)

Reflections on the Silver River

This morning I am headed off to my part-time job at the school, but have opted for a morning treat.  Am baking cornbread in a cast-iron skillet in the oven right now.  Drizzled perhaps with some honey from Christopher’s in-laws in South Korea–or some maple syrup from the hardy maples of our fair Lake Superior land. 

Morning snow along the Silver River

The skies are still leaden.  (These photos are not black-and-white, readers.  This is what the world looks like on gray winter days.)  Barry had to plow the driveway yesterday, clutching the tractor with his poor left knee, which is scheduled for arthroscopic surgery on Wednesday.  He said the plowing went well yesterday–not even excessive pain.

And Kathy’s car only slipped twice on the way toward the beloved coffee shop.  No vehicles sprawled in the ditch.  It was a good day.

Once upon a Silver River reminds me of a book recommended by Pamela at Books in Northport.  It’s called Once Upon A River by Bonnie Jo Campbell.  I want to read it, but haven’t moved beyond the stage of staring at the title every few days. The river world of the main character sounds enchanting. 

Someday, I will read this book.  Maybe typing the title and author will remind me next time a bookstore beckons.

OK, the cornbread is done!  Work at our two-room schoolhouse beckons. The property taxes I send out for my other part-time job may be ready for pick up this afternoon, or so says the county official. 

It’s a good life, Once upon a Silver River.

Once upon a Silver River