So long, Summer!

WillRocks is the Sailor Boy . . .

Think of the Jimmy Buffett song, The Son of a Son of the Sailor,

(or should I say, The Son of a Son of the Shoeman!).

The tulips are blooming . . .

on my kitchen table because the chipmunks, squirrels, deer, rabbits and small children can't eat or destroy them. Finally, it appears that spring has finally sPrUnG! (at least inside).

I LoVe My KiDs.

Now if they would just both look at the camera,

pretend they like each other

and pose for a picture or two.

I would be very, very happy.

Summer

Summer. Summer. Summer.

I miss you. Please come back soon.

You don't know how I miss you

and your shining rays.

Seriously.

Sincerely,

Your #1 Fan

A Postcard from my Favorite Book Shop . . .

in my favorite little town of Glen Arbor. They are going to use one my photographs in their winter newsletter and another photograph was sent to the Leelanau Enterprise. Over Christmas break I had my camera around my neck and was in the bookshop. The shopkeeper asked if I would take a picture of a candy house, I did, with my niece posing next to it. I e-mailed it to her along with a few others.

Rink Rat or Not . . .

this is an excellent rule to live by.

A family that skis together . . .

stays together. Olympic hopefuls? Perhaps. Good times? For sure.