Morning Coffee with Pictures

Good morning everyone!

Sitting on the front porch on this foggy, quiet Wayfarer – Wednesday morning, I thought you might want to see what we see today…

My favorite cup. I brought it back from Germany so very many years ago.  It’s got a chip but I don’t care.

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The weather man said the fog would burn off this afternoon and he promised a nice and sunny afternoon. Yay!


I used to sell Alpaca – things made from Alpaca wool.  Have I told you that already?   I managed a store in Germany that sold everything Alpaca.  Dreamy coats and the most beautiful wraps, tops and throws.   Anyway,  so today coming back from shopping in Benzonia, the Alpaca were out at

Crystal Lake Alpaca Farm

on River Road.  They enjoyed the sunshine see:



They were busy grazing and had their heads down, so I whistled and some heads snapped up 🙂
These guys look so cuddly, one could just run over there and pick one up to take home .

What lazy lives they have.  Eat, drink, get a haircut now and then…And then I went home and made dinner – beef stew with biscuits!  Cooked it for hours with some really good stuff in  it. Yumm

Small Town Elections

Election party at LuAnn’s house!  The usual suspects were at hand ready to have a drink and to demolish the hors d’ oeuvres.
Mind you, we do not live in Frankfort, Mike cannot vote there.  I can vote only in Germany because I am still not a citizen in this country, which is a surprise to many people and it raises several eyebrows now and then. But there you have it.  Things that happen in Frankfort effect all of us, so this was an exciting party to be at.

Myra brought  a bottle of cyanide and some cool aid (for those of you who remember way back)  in case the wrong people were re-elected 😉

Thankfully we could drink champagne instead.

This morning I stopped by LuAnn’s  after dropping the boys off at school, to re-hash last night’s goings on and on my way out, I saw the sky dark gray in the west – the promise of snow is very real




Those clouds must be bringing in the fish because the pier and the beach were busy with fishermen.