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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Miracle of an October walk beside the Slate River
- Is life looking up…or down?
- Mums for my mom
- What I have learned during the pandemic
- Let the photos do the talking
- Forest teaching about Intent and coming from love versus division
- The sh*t phone is history.
- Snake fear and love
- Flute tree, rain web, road of life
- What I really want to say…
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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Tag Archives: Baraga County
No time to ponder spirituality this morning. Off to the local hospital for routine fasting lab work after my annual physical this week. It’s not really fun going out in public due to the rising covid numbers. It feels safer … Continue reading
Each spring, when the rivers warm up, fish swim upstream to spawn, to lay glistening baby-fish eggs in their own childhood birth grounds. Each spring the fishermen wait for spawning season to cast their crawlers and hook and line into … Continue reading
I could tell you stories. Every walk in nature writes a novella. If you look carefully you can find the characters, the plot, the resolution. Would you like to read four short stories? (I promise they shall be short.) At … Continue reading
Here in the woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula we share the trees, the lakes, the snow, the paths, the rivers, the flora, the passing seasons with the wild ones, the wild creatures who roam the forests. Sometimes days and weeks … Continue reading
Monday. Brown-furred wolf runs south to north in front of my car. His legs pump, his haunches strain. Masterful, he sprints, his legs sure, not slipping and skidding like those long skinny-legged deer who sometimes fall and splay all four … Continue reading
Tonight, after supper, I took a drive through Aura. We kinda live in Aura. It’s debatable. Some folks would say we live on Huron Bay. Others say Aura. Aura “Proper” where the old post office used to be is maybe … Continue reading
Barry has to cover the Baraga Lumberjack Parade every year for his job as editor of the L’Anse Sentinel. Almost every year I tag along. It’s our date, you know. The last two–or three–years I have eagerly brought camera and … Continue reading