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The mystery of the loud thuds

Posted on December 19, 2017 by

Yesterday, in between listening to Christmas carols and making a pomegranate kale salad, I heard a loud thud. What in the world could it be? First thought: The mail carrier is delivering presents from Portland, Oregon, or Edgewater, New Jersey! … Continue reading →

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Blank check & best friends

Posted on February 19, 2014 by

The title which begs to be used is:  Blank checks are a girl’s best friend. However, that would be totally misleading. (Not that I’ve hesitated misleading you before…big grin…) I have two stories to tell you this deliciously melting 42 … Continue reading →

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Just another Polar Vortex in Michigan’s UP

Posted on January 7, 2014 by

Good chilly blanket-wrapped morning! I hope you’re keeping warm, readers. Let’s pour a cup of coffee–or would you like tea?–or hot cocoa?–and chat for a spell. So many everyday conversations begin and end with weather these days. Our thermometer shivers … Continue reading →

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Throw back your neck and howl

Posted on December 13, 2013 by

We really must quit meeting like this. We must quit telling stories blessed freezing winter day after winter day. But why not tell stories? The local Anishinabe huddled around campfires in wigwams all winter spinning yarns of Wenabozhoo and the … Continue reading →

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Hullabaloo

Posted on April 20, 2013 by

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 →

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Midsummer dance invitation

Posted on July 3, 2012 by

Summer vibrates in electric hues here in the North Woods.  Of course you know why. In winter, Old Man White holds us hostage in snow and ice and freezing temperatures.  Old Man surrounds us in black and white, only black … Continue reading →

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Where Grandma once cooked supper

Posted on August 4, 2011 by

             

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