If you asked me why I choose to live "up north" my answer would be "Yesterday."
Yes, yesterday. Yesterday is exactly why I choose to live in Northern Michigan.
Our friends invited us out for a boat ride to the Charlevoix Venetian Festival. We were going to see the Guess Who, one of the free concerts this week at East Park in Downtown Charlevoix. It was a great day for boating, hot & muggy. Lake Charlevoix was as smooth as glass. Everyone was getting out to enjoy a beautiful day on the water including this mink and family of swan.
We cruised Lake Charlevoix from East Jordan through Ironton and into Round Lake in Charlevoix. We tied off in a row of boats lining the D-Dock. The marina was filled with boats ranging in size from tiny 2-person tinders to huge, multi-story yachts. East Park was crowded with concert-goers but we had plenty of room on the water and a great view of the stage!
As we sang & danced to our favorite oldies I thought back to the days when these songs were new. As a young kid I sang along to the AM radio in my mom's old Chevelle. When I was a teenager, I bought the Guess Who's Greatest Hits on cassette tape and played it until it disintegrated. Now, 40-some years later I was dancing on a boat to the Guess Who live with our friend's 6 year old daughter and she was digging them too!
After the concert we made our way home by the light of the silvery moon. It was beautiful. Warm breeze, calm waters, so peaceful. The perfect ending to a just another average day in Northern Michigan.
I spy something... Blue. Yesterday's job site was situated on the shores of Lake Michigan. It was a little chilly but what a spectacular view of the Grand Traverse Bay.
I spy something... Sharp. Ack! While assessing the tasks at hand, Jason rounded a corner and came face to face with this porcupine. Jason said it startled them both and the porky was quick to puff up and bristle his quills. But he was slow to waddle off so Jason was able to snap several photos up close & personal. It was quite an amusing tale that ended with "Boy am I glad he wasn't a skunk!"
Now it's your turn. Look at the picture below. What do you spy?
I hope you see a booby-trap that should be left alone. This is a morel mushroom nestled inside a healthy patch of poison ivy. Most of us know the old saying, "Leaves of three, let it be." I'll be the first to admit that I often walk right past poison ivy without noticing it. Jason is always the one to point it out. I will also admit that I've never had a poison ivy rash because I am afraid of snakes and rarely walk in the bush where I can't see my feet. But, that's another blog.
Poison ivy can grow anywhere in Michigan and it is in many yards and landscape beds in the area.
With "The Kid" off to college, the Easter Bunny didn't leave a basket this year but we did receive a visit from a pileated woodpecker! We have two pileated woodpeckers that frequent our suet feeders. One is much bigger than the other; our visitor today was the biggest of the two. I've tried to snap photos of them for quite some time now but these monsters are very skittish birds. Even when they are focused on suet they still see the slightest movement inside the house. They're usually gone before you can grab the camera.
Last week, we made a quick trip to the farm to visit "The Kid" and my folks. Over morning coffee, I told Grandpa Pillywiggin about our two pileated woodpeckers. He was surprised that they came to our suet feeders. He agreed they were skittish birds. He had only seen them deep in the woods. I'm excited to show him these photos!
We have two suet feeders outside of our dining room window. We fill the feeder closest to the window with songbird suet. On the farthest tree we hang woodpecker suet. (Although, I'm not sure what the difference is beyond .29 cents.) Today, our pileated woodpecker chose to dine off the songbird suet just outside the window. I won't begrudge the Easter Bunny for skipping over us this year. Our visit from the Easter Woodpecker was a rare treat.
Greetings! My name is Julie. I'm a bookkeeper by trade, an artisan by choice & the author of this blog by default. :)