To make you all a little jealous, here is the weather report for the Wayfarer. It has been sunny and warm, something like mid 80’s during the days and mid 50’s at night with a nice breeze, heheh. Ok, continue sweltering in the cities.
And now on to today’s subject.
I just couldn’t help myself this afternoon. I had to pull out my flip camera and get some footage of the new alpacas.
So I started to make the “alpaca, come here sounds” and they all came looking at the dork that was standing there, calling them over. I love how they all seem to have different looks and personalities and are so cute and cuddly and for sale…
Since I can’t seem to get the video to post on here, click on this link and enjoy. It is shakier than I thought it would be.
Here is another little video of the alpacas
this funny looking guy just loved tasting the weeping willow leaves
The other day the bucket that is sitting on top of my dryer was overflowing…
…with pocket change and assorted laundry junk.
Secretly I collect, in that bucket, all that I find in pockets before the pants go into the washer. This is the accumulation of a year’s worth of emptied pockets.
It’s not my stuff and not Mike’s stuff either. This junk belongs to the boys.
There are the heads of LEGO men and other assorted LEGOS, bottle caps, golf balls and golf t’s, marbles, razors, chewed up No.2 pencils, bobbers and thread, tool handles, chewing gum, batteries, Petoskey stones, belt buckles and lots and lots of money.
Of course you can imagine that I consider the change to be mine –
It’s the change from all those times when they needed a quick buck to buy this or that. It’s the change that was never returned to me. It was collected in the bucket.
Mike sorting out MY change, muahahahaaa
Thank heavens there was never a dead mouse in any of the pockets, like someone told me there would be some day.
The Frankfort pier at sundown in mid July. I usually don’t get to go downtown in July and August, however the other day the boys wanted me to take them to the beach to jump off the pier. See how the pier is full of their peers? (heheh, I couldn’t help myself 🙂 )
No, not a new island on the horizon, it’s a huge tanker!
Yes, the boys had fun jumping off that pier after shaking cherries all day and I had fun people watching…
Marc has been bugging me to make a blueberry pie. The opportunity to get blueberries came last Saturday, when we stopped at Miller’s Northwoods Market on M-22, after a trip to have his ears pierced by his aunt in Manistee. So now I had the blueberries but someone ate them before I could use them…
Finally I went to pick blueberries yesterday and I took with me Bachelor Joe. WE drove down Grace Road and turned on Paul Rose Road to find the U-Pick blueberry patch.
Joe learning to pick the perfect berries
hmmm…There is no fooling me, these are not blueberries 😉
By the time the rain started to drizzle, Joe and I had picked 8 pounds exactly.
And then I made that pie for Marc. He definitely has a sweet tooth.
I made the
It came out of the oven at 11 PM. My camera was in the car and I wasn’t going to go and get it. This picture is of the pie after Marc had a big piece of it this morning, and yes, I had some too. How else could I say it’s the tastiest ever? 🙂
I used the Martha Stewart Pate Brisée recipe, as usual, but I substituted 1/2 cup of the flour for 1/2 cup of yellow cornmeal. OMGosh it is sooooo tasty.
I have neglected this blog a little due to lack of time. So I thought you might enjoy reading about the cherry harvest again. It is in full swing right now, Marc and Tyler and a couple of their friends are in the midst of it at Bill Johnson’s orchard…
via Adventures of an Innkeeper
Look at these gigantic mushrooms. Marc found them behind cottage 9 – under the Giggle Trees.
The shoes you see next to the salad plate size shrooms are 13’s 😉