Throw Back Thursday – “How Beautifully Leaves Grow Old” 12/7/17

Personal Post:  Part I of a 2-part post from 2011.  I was counting down the days until our return to Georgia and trying to chronicle the beauty of Mackinac in the fall. 

Header Photo:  Thank you to Jocelyn Kazenko for the beautiful Christmas season header shot.  Photo taken the evening of Dec. 4.  It was the calm before the storm, as today the U.P. is being hit with snow storms and high winds!

How Beautifully Leaves Grow Old – Originally Published 10/13/2011

“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.

Arrowhead Stables, as we were riding our bikes home from church Sunday. It was Little Stone Church’s last service of the season, and Vince and Molly (our pastor and his wife) left the island on Tuesday for their winter home in Florida.

We stopped to talk with Barb, a Village neighbor, who was walking Topaz (their family pony) down the hill.  Topaz was scheduled to leave the island for the winter the next morning.

Maybe the last mowing of the season. Our weather is supposed to be changing drastically by Friday, but these last two weeks could not have been more beautiful.

Trees in front of Barn View – where many of the Carriage Tour employees reside.

Two of our neighbors, walking their bikes home on the road that runs in front of our condo.

Chief Duck’s little poodle, Star – dancing in the leaves for a treat I was holding right over her head.

Still beautiful weather on Tuesday morning, so we sat outside for coffee. The tree just outside out bay window is changing into its fall dress – one “sleeve” at a time.

We went on a long walk Tuesday afternoon. We really don’t have to go much further now than our own front yard to find color – it’s everywhere around us.

Bright red tree over what used to be the goat petting shed at Carriage Museum.

Maddie – straining against her halter.  When you say “walk in the woods”, she is ready!

“Why can’t I go in this tree trunk!?”

“I knew I’d find it! Fox poop – yeah!”

View from in front of the Captain’s Quarters at Fort Mackinac.

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.

Sue and her husband were at the Grand for a few days for a Christian Marriage Retreat.

Personal Note:  Come on back tomorrow (Friday, Dec. 8) for Part 2!

Countdown 10/30/09

No tissues needed for this one – I promise!

Ted and I have been packing all day.  Let me correct that – I have been packing all day.  Ted has been cleaning out, cleaning up, and cleaning away five and one-half months of accumulated stuff that two weeks ago he wouldn’t have dreamed of tossing away.  Now, faced with 1) Do we pack it up and take it home? or 2) Do we leave it here until next year -even though it has been here for five and one-half months, and we have never put our hands on it? or 3) Do we throw it away? 

Because of the recycling rule here on the island, all those choices had to be made today – because today was the last pick-up for garbage/recycling before we leave.  Anything we need to get rid of at the last minute will go into one large bag and be given to Duck across the street, who is going to put that bag out for us next week on garbage day.

I’ve gone through dresser drawers and closets and selected what goes home and what stays.  It was pretty easy.  Anything summery goes home, even though we spend our summers in Michigan.  That is because by the time we come up here in mid-May of next year, we will have already had at least two months of summer in Georgia.  So the summer clothes have to go back.  I’m taking home a few “winter” items – one warm coat, a couple of sweatshirts, some lightweight sweaters.  I’m even going to throw in my heavy-duty gloves and earmuffs because we will be going to northern Arkansas for New Year’s with our grandchildren.  Every year we go, and every year I wish for snow.  So far – no snow.  I am beginning to think that snow is just not something I will ever be able to cross off my wish list.  But I will continue to hope for it – and be prepared!

We have been doing other “get ready to leave” things today.  Ted has cleaned up and stored two of our now three bicycles upstairs in the third bedroom.  He’s saving his out until the last day because he will still go into town each day to the post office.  I have taken all the sheets, bedspreads, blankets, and quilts off all the beds and have washed and dried them.  I’ve spread up the beds with just the bedspreads and sham-covered pillows (well except for ours, which is still fully “clothed”).  All the good sheets and blankets are stored in closets and dressers.  Sometime before we leave I will follow the example of the Grand Hotel and Chris Ann and cover up as much stuff as I can with old sheets, just to keep the dust off everything.   Next year, I can just imagine me walking in, snatching all those sheets off the furniture, and shouting, “We’re back!”

The forecast is calling for more rain for Friday and Saturday.  We were promised sunshine and warmer temps today, but the clouds hung on, and it never got out of the 40s.  No snow in sight though.  Sigh.

I’m posting my last round of random pictures tonight, with captions.  What photos you will see before we leave have already been taken, because there is no time to go out and take more.  We plan to have one final “date night” on Friday, then eat in on Saturday night, before leaving Sunday morning.  My plan now is to post both nights, and possibly one short one on the road Sunday night, if we find a dog-friendly hotel with wireless.

Hope you enjoy the pictures!

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Ted crossing the finish line Saturday after walking in the Great Turtle Race and Half Marathon.

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Ted and I after the race. This is terrible, but Jill got there before me and actually took this picture and the one of him crossing the finish line. Thanks, JIB!

 

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Little Stone Church at twilight.

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I was walking by Jewel Golf Course this week, and suddenly the sprinkler heads popped up and steam and water started spewing out. "Bout scared me to death! They were blowing all the water out of the pipes in anticipation of freezing temperatures.

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With all the wet weather, mushrooms are popping up everywhere. The true islanders know which ones to pick and cook that aren't harmful. I haven't got a clue.

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I took this one the night I was walking home from the Grand "closing". A lone walker, pushing her bike home in the rain.

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A group of Grand employees, the morning after it closed, rushing with all their belongings to catch the ferry.

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The sun going down - Tuesday night as I was walking to town.

 

 

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Ted and I went over to St. Ignace on Wednesday morning. This is a shot of one of the Shepler ferries, out of the water for the season.

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The trip back from St. Ignace - the closed Grand from the ferry.

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Taken the night of the Grand "closing" on that walk home in the rain. This is one of the main horse barns, mostly boarded up.

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Grand Hill at twilight.

Yesterday, after seeing Jill off on the ferry, we ate lunch in town at Millie’s on Main.  It was their last day, and they were closing at 4 p.m.  We ate some really good homemade spaghetti and then decided to splurge and get peach cobbler for dessert.  Oh my gosh!  They brought us both out a helping that was the size of a dinner plate!  They were trying to get rid of everything, and they didn’t even charge us for the cobbler.  Delicious!

After all that food, we walked home, picked up the dogs and went for a long walk up to Ft. Holmes (finally).  I am sorry to say that the leaves were probably two weeks past their peak.  I am so sorry I never made that trip up there for the third shot of the series, but the weather has just not cooperated.  Even though a lot of the trees have lost their leaves, it was still a beautiful walk.

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The road up to Lookout Point.

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The edge of one of the cemetaries.

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Ted, Maddie (can't see her in the leaves), and Bear - ahead of me as usual. You just can't walk fast AND take photos!

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At the crest of the hill to Lookout Point - this gift.

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Sugar Loaf - two weeks past its peak. Next year, I will hike up there - regardless of the weather - and catch it at full color. A promise.

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The trail up to Ft. Holmes, the highest point on the island.

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We were at Ft. Holmes at maybe 4 p.m. The sky was already darkening - the clouds moving in helped with that.

A picnic table sits at the top of the Ft. Holmes hill, under a beautiful orange tree.

A picnic table sits on the Ft. Holmes hill, under a beautiful orange tree.

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The fastest way back down to the cemetaries? Take the steps!

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About half-way down - looking back up.

On Saturday morning, you’ll have some photos of Mackinac Island – after the Grand closes and the islanders “get their island back”.  If you’ve never seen downtown at that time of year, I think you will be in for quite a surprise!

And the days dwindle down . . . 10/23/09

Our next to last Friday.  I need to start packing and cleaning, but I’m not doing that until at least Monday of next week.  This is going to be a full weekend, and I refuse to even think about beginning to clean out dressers and closets until Monday.

The Win-Some Women are at the Grand Hotel Thursday and Friday, and Jill, Diane, and I are going tomorrow to hear the two speakers.  Win-some Women is a group of interdenominational Christian women who meet every fall at the Grand, and ladies who live on the island have been invited to join them for the speakers and music sessions.

This year’s speakers are actress, author, and former model Jennifer O’Neill (I will always remember her in Summer of ’42).  Her presentation is entitled “From Fallen to Forgiven”.  The other speaker is Don Piper, author of the bestselling book, “90 Minutes in Heaven”. 

On Saturday morning, Ted is doing the Great Turtle 5.7 Mile Run & Walk, and I will be there to take photos and cheer him on.  On Sunday, we will be electronically able to track, via internet updates, our daughter Julie and her husband Matt as they run the Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, D.C.   They have been training for over a year for this event, and we are so proud of them.  They fly to Washington on Friday.

After the Win-Some ladies leave this weekend, the Grand is having a special “Close the Grand” event on Monday and Tuesday, with a special presentation on what is involved in closing the great hotel down for the winter.  I hope to be able to attend that.

I walked to town this afternoon to run some errands and then get my hair cut.  Downtown seems so different now.  Nearly everyone you see on the street is someone you know, and people stop on the sidewalk to talk about what they’re doing over the winter and where they are going (or not going).  From what I have heard, the island really slows down in November.  Islander men all leave to hunt for two weeks, and islander women go visit friends and relatives, or just relax and hunker down for the coming winter.  Many islanders will continue working through the long, cold months ahead.

Liz, my teacher friend, was having her hair cut at the same time I was today.  I asked her if the flu had affected the island school.  Schools all over Michigan have been closing this week because of high absenteeism due to the flu.  Cheboygan’s schools closed yesterday while I was there.  Liz said that so far, the little island school has not been hit hard.  Sometimes the isolation of the island works for the good of its residents, and this might be one of those times.

I hope you are not growing weary of the fall photographs, because I took some more this afternoon.  I know in the next few days, it will all be over, and the leaves will be on the ground instead of on the trees.  I have GOT to get up to Ft. Holmes before that happens.

I photograph this area near the Wings of Mackinac Butterfly House so often, but it changes every day.

I photograph this area near the Wings of Mackinac Butterfly House so often, but it changes every day.

 

This goose had wandered away from a group of about 50 to settle in like she was ready for the night.

This goose had wandered away from a group of about 50 to settle in like she was ready for the night. Geese make big messes, but they are beautiful birds.

Another calendar contest entry?  Taken half-way down Fort Hill, looking out across the Grand's Jewel golf course.

Another calendar contest entry? Taken half-way down Turkey Hill, looking out across the Grand's Jewel golf course.

The same view, looking a little more westerly toward Little Stone Church.

The same view, looking a little more westerly toward Little Stone Church.

A gorgeous tree downtown behind the historic McGulpin House.

A gorgeous tree downtown behind the historic McGulpin House.

An almost empty Market Street, from the corner of Market and Fort Streets.

An almost empty Market Street, from the corner of Market and Fort Streets.

The Island House, the oldest operating hotel on the island, closed for the winter.

The Island House, the oldest operating hotel on the island, closed for the winter.

The first sign that I have seen of Christmas on the island.  The Cottage Inn was putting up decorations.

The first sign that I have seen of Christmas on the island. The Cottage Inn was putting up decorations. The inn will be open until the middle of February.

Next week will be hectic, but I will try my best to write every day.  Please keep us in your prayers as we begin to prepare to travel home.  Good Lord willing, I will see you all back here Monday morning.  God bless.

Skip-1, Bree-0 10/14/09

There is a John Denver song that begins “Some days are diamonds, some days are stones”.  To that I will add . . . .and sometimes you get them both in the same day.

Ted came in from taking the dogs out this morning, and I rolled over and said, “How many inches of snow on the ground?” 

“Zero inches,” he said happily, not being nearly as big a fan of snow as I am.

“Ok,” I said optimistically, “we have almost three weeks before we leave – anything can happen in three weeks.”

I had set today aside to clean house.  I was going to use some random shots for the blog today, and not fuss over going out to take any pictures or look for a story.  But, at 11 o’clock Jill called and asked if I wanted to go to St. Anne’s again and try to get the quilters while they were working.  I really wanted to see them in action, so I said I would meet her at the bookstore at 1:30, and we could run down there while she was on break.

Ted and I walked to town together.  We’ve bought another bicycle to have an extra when company comes, and Ted was going down to pick it up and go by the post office and bank.  You know I had to take another picture of the trees in our yard.  They just keep getting prettier prettier!

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As we were about to go down Fort Hill, we had to pause to let a front-end loader go by carrying the fort ticket office.  It was going into storage for the winter.

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At the bottom of Fort Hill, a carriage full of “fudgies” was turning the corner.  The cold weather hasn’t stopped the visitors from coming to the island.  They know – as you have seen – that the island is beautiful at this time of year.

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I left Ted at the post office and went on to the bookstore.  Jill and I walked to St. Anne’s, only to find the quilters in the middle of a class.  We decided to come back in a few minutes and just walked around the Mission District, enjoying the sunshine.  There was a tree full of apples on one of the side streets, and we helped ourselves to one each.  So good!  Three steps further, and there was a white birch tree, decked out for fall.

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We doubled back to St. Anne’s, and this time we were in luck.  The ladies were working on their individual projects.  This group, mostly from Grand Rapids, comes to Mackinac Island once a year to work together and learn as much as they can about quilting techniques, old and new.  This year each lady was creating a quilted wall hanging.  Yesterday had been spent on the art portion of their project, using wooden stamps, paints, and special threads and notions.  Today they had started on the actual quilting, done for the most part on the sewing machine.

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This same group has donated a quilt entitled “Star of Mackinaw” to St. Anne’s for a raffle, with proceeds going to the resoration of the stained glass windows in the church.  The quilt was designed by Ginny Withey.  Tickets can be purchased at the church office, and the drawing will be October 25.  I sure would like that quilt in our condo!

The "Star of Mackinaw" quilt

The "Star of Mackinaw" quilt

All diamonds so far, right? Well, here comes the stone . . . . . .

Jill and I are heading back to town from St. Anne’s when I hear someone call, “Hey, Brenda!”  It turns out to be Kim from the Carriage Museum and Jeff, one of the carriage tour drivers – who, I might add, would take Bear home with him in an instant, if I would just give the word.  They are in a buggy being pulled by one of Doc Al’s standard bred horses.  This one was Skip, and Kim had him out for some exercise.  They were on the way to pick up Frankie and her chocolate lab, Hershey. 

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Well, you know me.  “Oh, I’d love to get a picture of Frankie and Hershey on the buggy with ya’ll!”

Kim said, “Well, climb on, and you can ride with us over there!”  So I did.  Jill had to get back to work, so she left us at that point. 

I really enjoyed the buggy ride, asking Kim a million questions about Skip.  I found out he is a “track horse”, used originally to race, pulling a buggy.  Consequently, he loves to go fast, and has been learning the rules and regulations of Mackinac Island living since Doc Al brought him over.

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We get to Frankie’s, and Jeff jumps off the buggy to go to her door.  I put one foot down on the step of the buggy, and Skip starts doing a little dance in the street.  There was a man raking leaves right next to him, and he was a little skiddish about the noise.  I said to Kim, “Just let me know when you think I can climb down.” 

I sat with one foot on the step and one foot in the buggy and waited for Skip to settle down, which he did in a very short time.  Kim said, “OK, I think you can get off.”  I lifted the foot in the buggy off the floor, leaving me balanced on one foot on the step. That’s when Skip decided to do a little dosie doe to the left, and I did a flip off that buggy that would have made “So You Think You Can Dance” judges sit up and take notice.  I landed first on my back on top of Frankie’s bicycle rack, then momentum turned me over to skid along the street on my forehead and cheek bone.  None of this was making Skip any happier, and Kim was dealing with him – expertly, I might add.  I rolled again, away from the street and put both hands over my face, ’cause that was what hurt the most.  Jeff is down beside me, asking me to move my hands so he can see how bad it is.  I took them down, he took a long look and said, “It’s not nearly as bad as it looks.” 

He and Frankie helped me up, and I felt something running down my cheek.  My hand came away red, and Jeff pulls all these kleenex out of his pocket.  I put them up to my cheek and in the process bump against the goose egg over my eye. 

Jeff and Kim and Frankie – even Hershey – were very concerned.  But I looked at Jeff and said, “Would you get my camera for me.”  Jeff looked at me like he was thinking “head injury for sure”.   Then he smiles and says, “You want a picture for your blog, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah!”

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So that is my “stone” part of the day.  I went by the bookstore, and Jill and Tamara told me I would have a heck of a black eye tomorrow.  After getting home and looking at myself in the mirror, I’m pretty sure it is going to be more of a purple eye.  I said a quick thank you prayer for no broken bones – again.  All that calcium I take everyday seems to be working pretty well so far.

Ted says I am banned forever from anything that has to do with a horse, but I know he is kidding. 

“Hey, Ted!  You were kidding, right?”

NOTE:  For Jeanine and Jeff, by special request, here’s a couple of Hershey pictures from yesterday (after all the excitement)!

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Autumn in the Village on Mackinac Island

Before Ted and I began to spend our summers on Mackinac Island, we knew there was an area in the center of the island called Harrisonville.  We had even walked through it a couple of times when we had been out exploring.  We had been told, probably by a tour driver, this was where most of the year-round residents of the island lived.  What we didn’t know, until last summer when we bought our condo, is that Harrisonville is called “the Village” by those who live there.  We know that now because the Village is where  we live. 

Looking straight up Cadotte into the heart of the Village.  I am standing in the middle of Cadotte, right next to our condo.

Looking straight up Cadotte into the heart of the Village. I am standing in the middle of Cadotte, right next to our condo.

 

One side of 4th Avenue.  Where the pavement ends and the trees begin is state park land.  We walk Maddie and Bear through those woods a lot.

One side of 4th Avenue. Where the pavement ends and the trees begin is State Park land. We walk Maddie and Bear through those woods a lot.

Geographically, according to the island locator map, the Village begins at Four Corners (where Cadotte Avenue and Huron Road intersect).  Historically though, the Village begins around 2nd Avenue and extends to about 7th Avenue, encompassing a three to four block width of residential area.

The other end of 4th Avenue.  At the end of the pavement here, we walk through the woods to Turtle Park.

The other side of 4th Avenue. At the end of the pavement here, we walk through the woods to Turtle Park.

 

One of our neighbor's beautiful fall garden, complete with Halloween pumpkins.

A neighbor's beautiful fall garden, complete with Halloween pumpkins.

Around 550 islanders call the Village home, and most have lived here year-round for many generations.  In the summer, the Village is also home to many summer workers, who live in housing provided by their employers.

A beautiful tree at the corner of 6th and Cadotte.

A beautiful tree at the corner of 6th Avenue and Cadotte.

 

The Harrisonville General Store on 6th Avenue.  We run here for milk, bread, and other last minute items.  Also a wonderful place to catch up on what's happening in the Village.  Another story for next summer.

The Harrisonville General Store on 6th Avenue. We run here for milk, bread, and other last minute items. Also a wonderful place to catch up on what's happening in the Village. I'll do a story on the store next summer.

There are so many wonderful stories of the true “islanders” who make up the Village, but to tell them online will require these mostly very private individuals to grant permission for their stories to be told.  For them to do that means allowing an “outsider” into their personal lives.  As Ted and I spend time in the Village over the years, I hope to be able to bring some of their stories to you.

The north end of Cadotte Avenue.

The north end of Cadotte Avenue.

 

One end of 7th Avenue.

One side of 7th Avenue.

Villagers are the true life blood of the island.  They live here year-round, work as hard as they can possibly work from March through the end of October, and then most continue to work in some capacity on the island throughout the winter.  The city of Mackinac Island continues to function all year – just as any city does.  But being on an island, and sometimes cut off from the mainland for literally weeks at a time – calls for extraordinary effort on the part of those who live here during Mackinac winters.

Heading back toward our condo.

Heading back toward our condo.

 

Two blocks from the condo.  You can tell people are coming home from work.  Parents have picked up children from babysitters and are bringing them up the hill in their burleys.

Two blocks from the condo. You can tell people are coming home from work. Parents have picked up children from babysitters and are bringing them up the hill in their burleys.

Ted and I walked through the Village this afternoon, and I shot the photos included in this post.  The Village is beautiful wearing its fall splendor, and in the next couple of weeks will get even more splendid.  More to come on the Village next summer.

 

Extraordinarily Ordinary 10/6/09

As the season winds down, ideas for stories seem to be getting few and far between.  I can continue to take pictures everyday because there is always something beautiful to point the camera lens toward.  But I want to write every day – except weekends – and I worry about boring you to tears with just everyday errands and chitchat. 

Today’s post is an excellent example.  When I came home from town at 5:30 this afternoon, I still had no idea what to write about.  Nothing of great importance has happened in the last three days – at least nothing exciting or newsworthy. 

But to me, even ordinary days are extraordinary because they are taking place on the island.  Do you feel the same way? 

Saturday, I stayed home.  Ted had to work – then he came in long enough to change clothes and go back to town to watch the Georgia game.  I’m so glad I didn’t go with him, even if it meant missing “date night”.  I turned on the game during the last 10 minutes of the 4th quarter – just in time to see Georgia lose to LSU in a very distressing way.  Even I, knowing nothing about football, cannot see how they called an excessive celebrating penalty on Georgia.  Even the one they called on LSU was questionable. 

We had our “date” on Sunday.  We took a taxi to church because rain was threatening, and the church was packed with members and two tour groups.  It was the next to last service for the season at Little Stone Church.  Vince Carroll is a wonderful minister, and I love his wife Molly.  She is kind, caring, funny, and a wonderful artist.  Molly has spent the last week packing all her art supplies to take to Florida, where they will winter. 

  After church, Ted and I ate lunch at the Gatehouse, then walked downtown for a leisurely stroll through stores, checking out all the sales.  The Island Bookstore has everything on sale for 40% off, except best sellers and Michigan items.  It’s a  great time to stock up the condo with new books for next summer!  We never did get that bookcase built, but next year the Horseman’s Association is planning a rummage sale, so we are saving lots of items to donate to that – including books.  We also took a taxi home because of the weather, and I noticed for the first time just how full the apple tree was across from the Carriage Tour barn.

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IMG_8163On Monday I went into town in the afternoon to seriously look through the shops for some Christmas gifts.  That tree that I love on the golf course  is almost at its peak, so I stopped to snap a picture.  After scanning through the stores with Ted on Sunday, and with prices marked down all over town from 40-75%, it is silly to pass up the opportunity to pick up some great buys.  My concern has been how to get everything home, if I bought a lot of gifts.  But every store was wonderful about holding items until a couple of days before we leave.  Then they will ship them to Georgia, to arrive after we get home.

I stopped in at Molly’s on the way up Cadotte to give her a picture Jill had taken of the two of us together and to get her winter address.  It was the first time I had been inside the parsonage, and I hope next summer to be able to do a blog about it.  It is simply beautiful, having been renovated several years ago.   Again, I was struck by how empty Cadotte seemed.  The street, littered with freshly fallen leaves, had the feel and look of fall.  A lady walking toward the Grand paused in front of a wonderfully colored tree to lean down and talk to her dog.

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I’ve always loved the curving road through the trees up to our condo.  It’s like looking through a tunnel, and there is a tree in that tunnel that has hit its peak already.

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The trees on the Carriage Museum property are nowhere near their peak, but they are getting there!

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I can’t wait to get out into the woods again to see what is going on with the leaves, but tomorrow we are supposed to have another day of rain.  And believe it or not, they are predicting a wintry mix or snow this weekend. We’ll see!