The last day of our Labor Day holiday was glorious.
Sunshine all day. Time for art, time for work...
Time to enjoy the toadstools popping up all over the yard... (For better fungi than mine, visit Patty!)
Time to admire the beach grass...
Time to watch the sun hit the neighbor's beach chairs at the end of the day...
Time to create a fabulous feast of farm market delights -- corn, carrots and salad. Only the chicken was "store bought" (but home-grilled!)
All the veggies in the panzanella salad were from the market.
This was the first time I'd done carrots in foil packets on the grill -- a little olive oil, some parsley, rosemary and thyme, turned over every time the chicken was turned. They were perfect.
Even the sunset cooperated, once again!
When we woke up, the lake had a gentle layer of fog, reminding me once again of Avalon. Where was that sword King Arthur threw into the lake?
We took off, passing by the lake along the way.
None of us were happy to leave, but this one talked about it all the way home.
And of course there was the obligatory Michigan construction.
It's not like we won't be going back again. We'll probably go next weekend. Rick wants to ride his bike up (180 miles, I think). But when we do, I expect we'll see a little more of this.
That's not a bad thing... but I'm just not ready.
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