Oh, how I wish there were some way I could capture for you the glorious scent of the lilacs and press it into this page. With all the windows open this morning, the light, sweet fragrance of the blossoming Mackinac Island lilac bushes and trees is reaching into the far corners of the condo, and I know soon I will be lured outside with my camera.
The lilacs here at Surrey Hill are not blooming yet – except for a few down by the horse corral. I mentioned last year the bushes in front of the condo are “late bloomers”, so we will have those to look forward to after others on the island have faded.
It seems everyone is mowing this morning in the Village, and as I sit here writing, I’m transported back to my hometown of Sylvester, Georgia on a summer morning of my childhood. On hot Saturdays in June, July, and August, my daddy would begin mowing our yard early, so the task would be finished before the heat became oppressive. I’d awake on a Saturday morning with a breeze blowing the thin curtains out into my bedroom, the sound of the mower outside the window, and the smell of the newly cut grass wafting through the air. I probably wrote practically these same words last year about this time, and if I did, please forgive me for repeating it. That little snippet from my childhood is so dear to me that it only takes an open window and the sound of a lawnmower to conjure it up.
We had the best time downtown yesterday. We walked the dogs down there just because they hadn’t had a good walk all day, and Ted and I both had errands to run. We had turned the corner at Fort Hill and Market Street and were just in front of The Cottage Inn when a couple approaching us stopped and said, “Is that Maddie and Bear?” We said “yes”, and it turned out they were from Fort Huron and read the blog daily. The gentleman said, “I just said to my wife that the white building over there is the Geary House that was on Bree’s blog the other day. Then I looked up, and the four of you were coming around the corner.” We had a great chat. I love it when that happens. Jill had already told me that she had three different couples come in the Island Bookstore Monday and recognize her from the blog. So fun!
While we were standing in front of the Cottage Inn (where Dawn, Mike Forrester, Jill and I stayed during Winter Festival in February), Marge (she and husband Rich are the innkeepers) came out to say hello. Then Katie from the State Park saw us and stopped to talk. This is just one of the reasons I love this place. A trip downtown on errands can turn into an hour or two of visiting. Without vehicles to jump in and out of, people hail each other from the streets or sidewalks. Then you stop and chat. I love it!
The rest of yesterday and today in photos, with captions:
Tomorrow, I have a photo of something you just don’t see every day – even on Mackinac Island. See you then!