There's something about being home after a summer spent largely at the lake that is disconcerting. It's good to be back, yet life se...

I've been listening to and reading a lot of news lately, especially as we lead up to the midterm elections in the U.S. And I've also...

Before I wrap up the last of our postcards from the (mostly) lake for this season, a few images and moments I want to remember that I don...

All good things come to an end. After all that glorious color, those crisp days and crispier nights, it was time to wrap up our summer -- an...

In my last post, I took you along with Rick and me for a color ride. We had such a wonderful time checking out the fall color near the cotta...

Our year at the lake has drawn to a close. The house is buttoned up for the winter, the car stuffed to overflowing with all the things comin...

My inspiring friend Dick Hill, whom I wrote about here (please read it if you haven't before) and a little bit here , offered some of h...

 I'm not sure how I managed to pull six books out of September -- it wasn't a great month for reading. Most were pretty light myster...

Rick and I decided to spend a relaxing week or two at the cottage. My last hurrah for the year, though he may come up again later. He handle...

When Kevin and Molly asked if we could stay with the boys while they were at a wedding, we didn't hesitate! And it was delightful in eve...

It has been many moons since I attended and posted about our wine tasting gang, the Cork Poppers. Covid put a halt to our gatherings, and ev...

While Kate and I were at Art Camp we decided (for the first time in all our art camp years!) to do a road trip. And it was a very special o...

My fellow Artist-in-Arms Kate and I wrapped up our annual Art Camp in mid-September, having not only have a marvelous time, but perfect weat...

Like many around the world, I am mourning the death of Queen Elizabeth II -- expected, but never expected at that moment and time. And durin...

One of the things I learned when I visited the Lavender Hill Farm -- and the thing in the post that so many readers commented on -- was tha...

I had too much company to get much reading done in August but the books I read were worth the time and the late nights! They include a polit...

We came back to Lansing from the lake so I could go to some doc appointments and that Rick and Kitty could prepare to go meet the grands (an...

Every summer when I was a kid, on a lovely evening, my mom and dad, her two sisters and their husbands, and my three cousins would pile int...

While Rick's mom was visiting, it was time for a field trip and on a beautiful August day we headed to Lavender Hill Farm, located outsi...

It has been a month of house guests and the most recent has been Rick's mom, Kitty, who is visiting from Texas. She picked a good time t...

It seems to be feast or famine for spotting birds here this summer. Most of the songbirds are high in the trees and the water birds, while m...

Everything this summer has been more than a little topsy turvy with a few big monkey wrenches thrown into the mix. Would my birthday be the ...

When we last left our family and friends, Rick had set off from friends Anne and Clayton's home to attend a memorial for a cycling mento...

Summer is a time for friends and family and we've had both to enjoy this year.

Through no specific plan, it seems as though the books of July focused on three topics: Paris, New York and England (specifically, London an...

It has been an odd summer, one where we aren't quite sure where we are going or when we are going there -- or are we just staying put fo...

This is the final week for Paris In July, a month-long blog event focusing on all things Parisian hosted by Tamara at Thyme for Tea and Deb...

Summertime and the living is easy. So they say, at any rate, but this summer seemed decidedly odd. There is a hint of instability, melanchol...

If I am at home, I will visit the Ditch. And if I visit the Ditch, I will probably encounter my Big Bird buddy, Harry the Heron. He was in ...

If I had to sum up "The Paris Key" by Juliet Blackwell in one sentence it would be "It was a good book to read while sufferin...