Name change

I've decided to change the name of my blog.  I wanted a name that fit a little better.  I've decided on "In the Pines" for several reasons.  My blog is primarily about our home here in Michigan -- and we are completely surrounded by large beautiful pine trees.  In fact, we are on a sandy ridge that is said to run some 35 miles through mid Michigan.  It was once a Native American road and most likely a logging route after that.  I guess it is just easier to travel through pine forest than deciduous forest.
The old (1870's) folk song "In the Pines" also pops into my head a lot lately.  Although different versions are somewhat dark, I still love the song.  I imagine years ago, an Appalachian woman tended her garden while humming the tune like I do now.
So, "In the Pines" is the name for now.  The content isn't really changing at this point.  It is still about my day to day life, my garden, canning and cooking, crafts, nature and travel.  It's about our little homestead here in the pines.

Small-town parade

Last weekend I went to the Vassar Riverfest parade with a good friend who just happens to live in Vassar.  She loves living in a small town.  Vassar has a lot of character, friendly folks, and they know how to put on a decent parade.  I've not been to a parade that had more candy for the kiddies than this one...

We sat next to a cute little gal who thoroughly enjoyed herself.

They had lots of older farm tractors (we are in a major agricultural area)...

Kids with team spirit...

And entertainment by the shriners.

I'm jealous of this girl's horse -- just gorgeous!

And of course we have to thank our service men and women.

Sunbather

My crazy, fat cat catching some rays on our retro carpet in the spare bedroom.

Closer view of a young wild turkey

The new flock -- Eastern wild turkeys

We are starting to catch site of some young turkeys.  Aren't they great?

A view of the past

Last weekend (yes, I am running a week behind) Charlie and I visited an "encampment" in Frankenmuth.  I have loved these kinds of things since I was a kid -- when I went to one and learned how to make dipped candles.  I understand these people.  They enjoy the simpler times -- when you could learn a craft and support yourself with it.  I know they all have day-jobs that they have to go back to on Monday -- but for the weekend they get to imagine a different life.

The woodworker

Hot dog

Weaving a pouch

Authentic details

The blacksmith

Pewter maker and his wife