My sweet husband Ted takes the early morning dog walking shift nearly every day – a sweet favor from him I can’t repay often enough. It’s not that I don’t want to get up – it’s just that before I can really appreciate the morning, I need to wash my face, drink two cups of coffee, work yesterday’s crossword puzzle, and maybe even read a couple of chapters of whatever book I’m into at the moment. Early morning dog walking means hitting the floor, throwing on clothes, and sprinting to the backdoor. I just don’t handle that well.
But Wednesday morning I was coerced into going along for the first walk of the day with Ted, Maddie and Bear. When I say coerced, I mean there was a lot of guilt talk from Ted about being so, so lonely out there with no one to talk to on the trails. I totally dismissed that ploy, so he was reduced to the only foolproof method he knows to get me moving – the threat of a tickling session. Nothing can get me motivated faster than thinking I’m about to be tickled. So Wednesday morning my feet hit the floor, I threw on some clothes, and I sprinted for the backdoor with the rest of the crowd.
Once I’m up and out and over my pouting, I always appreciate the pleasure of being on this beautiful rock before the real activity of the day begins. What we see early in the morning – up in the Village where we live – are children on the way to school, drays on the way into town to meet the freight boats, maybe the street cleaner making an early pass up the hill, and Denise and Kim arriving for work at the Carriage Museum. On this particular Wednesday there was a little haze, and it was cool enough for a couple of warm layers – a perfect morning for a walk.
We headed through the woods, and the photos below are from our walk through the Annex and along Pontiac Trail, which rims the cliffs of the West Bluff.
Looking across an expanse of lawn in the Annex out toward the Mackinac Bridge.
Someone has been busy really early in the season to have these beds this far along already. Tulips are still reigning in the flowerbeds across the island.
The lighthouse from Pontiac Trail in the early morning haze.
One of many Victorian homes along the Trail. The huge lilac bushes almost hide this one from view.
Ted, Bear and Maddie reach the West Bluff.
Back home on the balcony for that coffee - which I discovered I didn't need nearly as much as I usually do!
A reader this week wrote she was coming to the island Wednesday with a group of 4th graders from Gladstone, MI. The students were spending the day on the island and singing on the Grand Hotel porch that afternoon. I walked down to see if I could get a couple of pictures and thoroughly enjoyed being entertained by this cheerful, talented group of children – as so did everyone else on the porch!
These students from Jones Elementary School in Gladstone could not only sing - they could dance!
Random Pics from the Week:
A close-up of the goose-chasing Border Collie. He was so focused on his master he didn't even blink at me as I circled him to take photographs.
Well, hay! Not necessarily beautiful, but it sure is necessary!
Master Horseman Ben Mosley out on a training ride with the Grand Hotel's two new hackney horses.
Hot pink geraniums in front of the Jockey Club Restaurant.
The weather is looking spectacular for Memorial Day weekend. If you haven’t been to the island yet this spring, and you’re close enough to make the trip on a spur-of-the-moment basis, I highly recommend coming on up!
Pop in here Saturday and Sunday morning for a picture or two, and I’ll see you back on Monday morning with another full-length blog.
Have a great weekend, wherever you spend it. And please don’t forget to give thanks for all the soldiers who have given their lives in defense of this wonderful country. God bless.
“Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.” . . . John F. Kennedy