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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- 100% Backwoods Yooper
- Itching relentlessly
- Jagged ice fields of Lake Superior
- Sprinkling petals atop snow
- Where the heck ARE you, anyway?
- Battened down, eating sweet squash pie & not blogging much
- One bright magical shining leaf that was known as Camelot
- Wolf, waves, coyotes, rain, wine, goose, friends.
- The grandkittens grow up into grandcats
- Tea on deck; perfect autumn afternoon
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
Tag Archives: ice
Breathe in the quiet of mist rising over the lake. Feel the peacefulness of it. Imagine the ice forming. After the heavy winds blew earlier this week, the ice covers the Keweenaw Bay a little south of Carla’s Restaurant and stretches … Continue reading
The question of the day really isn’t about the eagles dining out on the Keweenaw Bay. The question is: How in the world did that dead deer get out on the ice? Did the deer run out on the ice, … Continue reading
Did any of your mothers ever tell you: “If your friend jumped off a cliff, would you?” Your mother meant: “Hey, kid! Think for yourself! Don’t just be a follower. Don’t jump in the lake in January just because your … Continue reading
Let’s pretend we’re back in school and our teacher said, “Write a story about what you did today.” This blog is the story of my day. (Yes, yes, many blogs are stories about my day. But this one has photographs … Continue reading
During the winter, here in the Northwoods, the bear slumbers in dens covered with thick snow. Many other animals hibernate or torpor, lulled into the depths of dreams as the ice forms and thickens on Lake Superior. We can be … Continue reading
…Upper Peninsula flowing rivers until spring. Imagine yourself walking along this Upper Peninsula river last week. Imagine the river turning to ice. Imagine whispering “goodbye” to the flowing Silver River between L’Anse and Skanee. Imagine publishing three days worth of … Continue reading
Let’s pretend that you’re driving along a back-country road in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. It’s early December. It’s–of course–snowing. You ponder the beauty of snow. You ponder the possible treachery of snow. You suddenly remember a phrase that a friend used … Continue reading