They don’t really go together, since Michigan doesn’t really have a spring. What we get is Winter, Winter 2: Son of a Storm; then full on, sweaty balls to the walls, black fly, West Nile virus summer.
But every once in a while, we get a taste of what the rest of the world calls spring, and it’s usually wrapped in a lot of brown and cold. Still, it’s ours and we love it, because we’re Michiganians, and if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.
Shell and Mike came over with our first wedding gift ever. And it was wrapped in another gift. Like a Turduckin!
Brownstown, our home, has a lot of interesting architecture for a Podunk little town. I can’t wait to see what this stuff looks like under a hot July sun.
Getting a little lost in the sticks.
This berry pretty much sums up springtime in Michigan: You don’t get a whole lot of it, and it kinda sucks.
Here’s some hope blooming right outside our door.