I’ve been away from the blog again for a while. I just can’t seem to keep it together lately. We just returned from a week with our families in southern Ohio, and it always takes a few days to get back into our normal routines. We like to let the cats settle into our presence again before going off gallivanting, leaving them alone once more 😉
I think I must have blinked at some point this season. I know that it was summer, but while my eyes were closed, this happened:
My barberries have turned many shades of red, the grapes have ripened, and my cherry tomatoes have gone riotous. I am making myself sick on late summer produce. I can’t decide whether that’s bad…so it must be good. Yes, that makes sense.
By yesterday the cats had settled in just the right amount for us to disturb them. (This is kind of a joke, but only kind of. Our cats are really only happy if we are both sitting on the couch like when we’re working. They do not think we belong anywhere else. We disagree.) The weather was late-summer perfect (breezy, warm-but-not-hot, sunny), so we dressed for a hike. We did not know where we were headed, except out. A friend suggested a hike in the Sleeping Bear Dunes park, so that’s where we ended up.
My bearded husband played the part of the hippy – hiking barefoot – while I played NatGeo photographer – packing around my camera and too much gear. We marched happily along the loop trail, enjoying the different angle on the views we see so frequently from other park locales.
The hike was short, and incredibly mellow thanks to the dearth of tourists. They have flocked elsewhere (presumably south) with the recent turning of the calendar page, and honestly, it’s good to have our homeland back. I’m looking forward to spending more time with it before autumn burns its way into our landscapes.