|Before I got my hair done, I stopped by the nearby Sharon Mills, a pretty county park|
|This is the River Raisin named for its color|
|I happened upon this place years ago when it was a winery while on a bike. Riding after the tasting was difficult.|
|I was hoping for more color from the trees but I liked the red wood of this bush|
|My friend raises chickens for eggs: 5 hens and one feisty rooster|
|Napoleon is a bantam rooster and has attacked me in the past. He guards his hens, 3 of whom are three times his size|
|A better pose taken last time but you can't appreciate the green iridescent tail feathers or see his white spurs|
|bantam hens are so pretty. They are about the size of pigeons. Their eggs are one third of the size as the those from the big hens|
Still Steve questions why I have to make a 65 mile round trip to deal with my hair. My stylist worked downtown Ann Arbor for many years before having her last child 3 years ago. I really like her. She's an interesting mix of goth and Mormonism with a heart of gold. She struggles with her weight and has taken up running again resulting in a 70 pound weight loss. She will run a half marathon this weekend despite carrying about as much extra weight as I do. As for my trip itself, not fun in the winter, I go by colorful fields, two llama/alpaca farms, beautiful country churches and cemeteries and then the mill park. It raises my spirits. Plus we yak away while she treats my hair and she is half the price as the downtown people.
Before my trip, a visit from Shanna (and Maya, we've been watching her a lot this week). I will take Tessa to an apple orchard later in the week. And then another farm trip that night as one of the Moms, who is hosting, has a farm, and raises Rhode Island Reds. And still taking care of lots of things for the trip.
2000 posts, enough to fill several books. Sometimes I am disappointed with myself as my writing does not stray beyond my laboratory notebook writing. No poetry or emotion, just the facts ma'am. Occasionally I look back (and see that I really should edit more carefully) and wonder what people must think. I go to the East Coast and make a report as if the whole trip was about having a convenient place to see jellyfish and eat crabcakes when the trip was so much more to me. First my stay with Soulmate reliving my college years and being treated as someone whose opinions matter about health policies and other issues, then my stay with my Maryland friend where we enjoyed late nights reliving our high school years and our struggles with children. I just can not put into words how much both visits meant to me and that frustrates me. Just where on the spectrum am I?