|Getting close to coming home time|
We stopped at a store called Horrock's to pick up a few things before we tucked ourselves in for the weekend. I could have wandered in there three times as long; everywhere was full of everything, and a lot of it they produce themselves. Shelves of jams and salsas and pickled veggies, open containers of chili's and teas, bins of fresh veggies, a wine and beer bar, a cold room the size of Genesis with eggs and meats and cheeses. My eyes were stunned and my head was spinning when I finally allowed myself to stagger away.
|See the cactus?|
|If only I could have taken this on the plane without checking a bag...|
|Turning down the long driveway, the first thing we saw was this flock of wild turkeys. Their gackling gobbles were the backdrop sound all weekend.|
|This bee/beetle was on a post. First I thought it was dead, but it was sluggishly moving along, just not much. Lucky for me!|
|The water was almost mirror still. Trees are changing color fast now as well. Beauty.|
|The angels were playing in the sky at sunset|
With food and wine and a beautiful place where peace and quiet gently ruled, there was no place to go and nothing to do except be here now. So we did.
|Morning was breaking. It was after 7 here but felt much earlier.|
|Sun tipped trees|
|Poor dear deer|
|A walk down the lane led us to a neighbors garden. The neighbor showed up and invited us to help ourselves to some tomatoes. They were good!|
|Mackey beside the firepit|
Okay, I lied. We did leave once on a 'will I run out of cigarettes, maybe we'd better go to the store' run. I'm glad we did. Except for the fact that we were still in our almost look like regular clothes pajamas. I ventured out alone and figure if there is gossip, she can use the crazy woman from an island excuse.
|I've never, ever seen a barn with dormers before. Ever.|
|One counter I didn't get was a display of cookies. Lots and LOTS of cookies. They bake them themselves, of course.|
Apparently it was a celebratory weekend of some kind. I was first drawn over by the girl braiding a horse's tail - "I've never done it before," she said.
|This Michigan cowboy was friendly and so were his dogs.|
|These are real cows. They were staring mightily at us, except for Baby, who only had one mission in mind.|
|Another mellow end of day|
One photo I'd like to have gotten but didn't, over a four lane highway and ready to get back home instead of turning around, was a farm with white/albino deer. Even in the rainy misty day, their whiteness was blinding. Maybe one day.
|We did turn around for these sandhill cranes and geese. They barely shifted when the vehicle pulled in, didn't budge as I snapped away. But once we hit reverse? They flew. Beautifully. Away.|
Have a make magic Monday. Do something majestically mellow.