“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” – John Burroughs
Oh geez. I’m down to counting DAYS now. 19 to go before we’re out of here. Where did the summer go? It seems like three minutes ago we were right in the middle of watching the horses come off the ferry and walk up the hill to the big barns. Now the horses are almost all gone back to Pickford in the U.P., where they will kick up their heels and enjoy a much needed rest.
I’ve asked Ted to get my suitcases out of the attic and put them on the beds upstairs. I’m going to try and get organized (don’t you dare laugh). All my days are filling up, and before I can say “fudge”, the 30th will be here, and Ted will be standing in the street next to the taxi yelling, “No, we can’t stay another week!”
Many of our friends have already gone south – or east or west – for the winter (don’t know any who go further north, which would be Canada). Each day brings partings on the ferry docks and promises to stay in touch by email, or Facebook, or Skype or cellphone, which certainly makes the “partings” a little easier.
The next three weeks’ calendar is already almost full – lunches and breakfasts with friends still here, meetings with a couple of Blog fans, and three days next week I’m volunteering at Shepler’s in Mac City for the Winsome Women conference. What a great group of ladies – almost a thousand each day will be catching the ferry to and from the Island. I think they have me greeting cars at the entrance gate and showing them where to park. I have to remember not to talk too long to the women in each car!
But – that’s all about what’s happening in the next 19 days. For the last three days, I’ve been out on the island with the camera – and that’s what I want to share with you today and tomorrow. Oh my goodness, I could stay out there from sunrise to sunset – it’s that gorgeous.
I think I’ll stop right there for now, but I’ll have even more to share on Friday. As I sit and type this, it’s Wednesday afternoon, and I’ve just returned from town. I left in a 3/4 length sleeve cotton shirt thrown over a short-sleeve t-shirt and some khaki pants. Half-way down the hill, the wind changed direction, and cold air hit me like an iceberg. The fog rolled in over the harbor and flew up each street – replacing warm, bright sunshine with cool, wet air – and the fog horns have been blowing ever since. I had to stop and buy a sweater in town to wear back up the hill. And THAT’s how fall arrives on Mackinac Island! LOVE IT!
Thanks to Sue Randall for stopping by to see me Monday at the Stuart House. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was my last day working there for this year, as they decided today to close the museum for the season.
See you Friday!