When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
Flask… lying down ;0)
This part of Nancy’s sculpture, glimpsed through a peep at the back of the chimney.
(repost from a yahoo group… edited somewhat. Tuesday night.) I’m so tired I feel like I am sleepwalking, but I wanted to chime in…
My three hens live here, tucked into a corner of my yard, far from neighbors and under the protective wing of the little barn that…