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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- What really happened at the waterfalls…
- “Keeps on keepin’ on”
- A mountain man lives in my mom’s basement.
- Is home where the heart is?
- Sleeping beneath the Mackinac Bridge last night
- All you bunnies out there…
- Ice fishing, robins, winner, Easter
- Keep giving away…
- Squirrel and chickadee love, February snow, and healing silence
- Palm trees, egrets, shrimp boats (and home again, home again, jiggety jig)
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
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Tag Archives: spring
This is the third day that I’ve woken up with a Fierce Desire to Blog again. Each day I watch this desire arise. It’s not retreating. It’s gaining momentum. It’s like a tsunami bearing down on the shore of this … Continue reading
This week’s photo challenge at WordPress is: Escape. Just wanted to let you know. We’ve finally busted out of winter here in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula after almost seven months. We’ve successfully escaped. We can only hope someone hid the keys … Continue reading
Yesterday morning in town–in between errands a’plenty–I noticed that the last of the ice on the bay was breaking up into jagged concentric circles and other patterned ice floes. It was warm, about 60 degrees (16 C) in the early … Continue reading
The Long Winter seems to be exiting just in time for May. We can only hope. Last weekend the temperatures soared to about 70 degrees (21 C) and our snow began to melt, melt, melt. We humans scurried outside, sun … Continue reading
Such a hullabaloo in the Northern forest! Spring Seed Boy fell in love with young Snow Maiden. Oh, it’s forbidden, don’t you know! The Winter Queen, in her fury, locked Spring Seed Boy in a shed behind the six-foot snow bank. … Continue reading
How’s the weather in your neck of the woods?
In what ways are you opening this spring? In what ways are you blooming? Bloom, dear flower, bloom into the fullest being you can be.