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…
I am still not up to full speed, but life is settling back into a routine. Last night, with Jeff out of town, I loaded…
The sun came out for real today, and except for a few blocks of ice in the northern shadow of the house, the snow is…