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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Last night the Winter King dreamed of pussy willows.
- Poof! (and she disappeared again)
- Catching up, fake news, I was wrong, Path of the Heart
- The joy of sauntering
- Loose ends, gray skies, and affirmations of light
- What the heart knows now
- Coyote or wolf comes teaching trust
- Playing spirit hide and seek
- Ready for it to end! Don’t want it to end…
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
The times folks have paused along Lake Superior Spirit's shores since 2010
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Monthly Archives: June 2013
My true love bought me dandelion jelly this week. The woman who sold it to him pronounced, “It tastes like honey.” This morning I slathered clear-colored dandelion jelly atop a piece of Ezekiel Bread covered with natural crunchy peanut butter. … Continue reading
Friday morning rain gushed from the sky. Oh no–what a day to celebrate Finn Fest in the Copper Country. We frowned and hoped it might clear up. Barry had to visit the Hanka Homestead, a 1920’s Finnish farm hidden back … Continue reading
It looks like it’s snowing here in Upper Michigan as the summer Solstice approaches. In between the green leaves a cascade of white fuzzies fill the sky. The fuzzies pile up on decks, front porches, in between newly planted tomato … Continue reading
Dear Dad, Today hundreds of thousands of fathers will open Hallmark and American Greeting cards and read aloud loving sentiments shared by sons and daughters across the heart of this land. Perhaps they’ll wipe away a stray tear knowing they … Continue reading
It takes a lifetime, perhaps, to really know a piece of land. We men and women, tramping here, and peering there at robin nests and butterfly landings, are merely infants in nature’s scheme, even though we like to imagine we’re … Continue reading
You may be reading less blogs here at the shore of Lake Superior Spirit for a while. Yes, you used to see posts on the blog every day, or every other day. I’ve written up a storm here since 2010. … Continue reading
We’re living in dangerous times, my friends. It’s getting quite scary to open the front door. We have eight–I repeat, eight–ruby-throated hummingbirds buzzing and squawking and hollering and dive-bombing anything that walks, flies or carries a camera.