Pure Michigan – Pure Summer

I’ve been wondering if my enjoyment of the Michigan summer is because it is such a great place to live, or whether my love is based on years of joyous memories. Probably both.

Memories of spending summers with Grandma on a small lake, of my parents bringing in a string of big bluegills for our supper.

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Driving country roads, the ever-changing beauty of the farmers’ fields

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and hearing corn grow on a still evening.

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The joys of camping when our children were young, exploring the wonders of the woods and lakes.


eating lunch on a Lake Michigan beach, feeling soft sand between our toes,


swinging so high, our toes touched the sky.


Buying fresh produce for a summer supper, and preserving for winter’s cold.

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And my greatest summer joy is sitting on my purple porch swing, remembering summers past, drinking my morning coffee,


and enjoying my summer flowers.

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Pure summer, pure joy. The best part of growing old is having a life-time of wonderful memories plus all the current pleasures.

This is in response to Krista’s Daily Post challenge of “Summer Lovin'”


Fire Up Those Burners

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The word challenge this week from Cee is fire or summer. How convenient that Julie and I got out at 6:00 a.m. last Friday to watch the launch of the hot air balloons. And the air in those hot air balloons gets hot because of fire.

What fun we had. The morning was cool and clear, with just a hint of a breeze. There weren’t many people so we could parked in the same lot as the vans and balloon trailers were parked. Someone sent up a couple of helium balloons to check the direction of the wind and then the pilots got in a huddle – in the middle of the parking lot.

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They were checking their maps, smart phones, and tablets; wondering if they should move the launch site to a different part of the park. Finally the decision was made to launch. Enjoy.

My Dot on the Map: A Perfect Morning

Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry
Come buy, come buy
Apples and quinces
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpecked cherries,
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,
Swart-head mulberries
Wild free born cranberries,
Crab-apples, blackberries,
Pine-apples, dewberries,
Apricots, strawberries -
All ripe together
In summer weather, -
Morns that pass by,
Fair eves that fly
Come buy, come buy.

Christina Rossetti

Friend Julie picked me up at 6:00 this morning for our weekly photography drive-about. After shooting a balloon launch and a carnival, but before eating breakfast at the Busy Bee and stopping at a cemetery for a few photographs,  we went to the farmer’s market.

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This evening we had the perfect summer meal – evident by the many oooh’s and yummm’s that were proclaimed by the two of us. We had sweet, melt-in-your-mouth-tender corn on the cob, snappy-steamed green and waxed beans, and a charcoal-grilled ground beef patty with our daughter’s canned salsa. For desert I had a dish of blueberries that were large, plump, and bursting with flavor. Pure joy!