This morning brought bird watching for pleasure. Our first flock of geese migrated home to Michigan. Their song descending like laughter on the wind. Two crows came along, arguing like crows are want to do… And two wild canaries came writing like yellow crayons across the patches of snow. Even the starlings with their yellow bills and beady eyes have their sights on Spring.
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The freeze-thaw cycle is upon us.
It is that time of year in Michigan. That sweet nectar of the maple is drip, drip dripping into our pails, and will soon be boiled and cooked down into that delectable syrup that will excite our taste buds.
French toast and pancakes are piled on the horizon.
Even the lilacs and willows are awakening. Thank God it is Spring.
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Wild Ballet
Today I was witness
to Baryshnikov and Nureyev
in a wild ballet. Such grace! Continue reading
Hillock Hollow excerpted from The Love Tree Continue reading
WALLEYE RUN painting by Richard Rensberry
author at QuickTurtle Books®
Soon the ice will break up, the snow will melt and the creeks will boil and rush helter-skelter into the lakes. The suckers will come, then the northerns and the walleye to the mouth of Warren Creek. As the sun sets on the middle of May and the moon flashes silver off a minnow, you’ll find me in waders with my rod tipped in glee. Continue reading
