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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Fence Hunting Found A Jewel . . .


 



 
After the soccer game a few days ago we went for a drive.
Let me mention that the soccer game and the drive
are near where I lived in the late seventies and through the eighties.
 
And this house with the beautiful fence
didn't look like this when I lived there . . . I am sure.
Fence wasn't even there back then!
 
I lived in a small town, Montague, which was next to our rival,
Whitehall, and now my daughter, SIL and grandson Jordon live
in Whitehall and that is where Jordon plays soccer,
unless he has an away game, like this coming Saturday.
(Bet you needed all that information didn't you.) 
 
Whitehall over looks White Lake as does Montague.
White Lake leads out into Lake Michigan.
Need I tell you it is a lovely Western Michigan area.
And  . . . it was a wonderful place to raise our children.
I do not work for the Chamber of Commerce.
 
I digressed . . . back to the house and fence.
We happened upon it while on our drive.
I was pleasantly surprised.
The house has had a make over
and it looks like the rod iron fence
 has been included in the make over.
The house and grounds, corner lot, on a hill, overlooking the lake
has had a complete, lovely make over.
 
And I enjoyed taking cell phone photos
of the fence for
which happens every Thursday.
 
Mister IGH and I
enjoy fence hunting very much.
You might enjoy GF too . . . why not join us.
~
 
One more thing,
I finally got in the mood to
do some fall decorating.
I promise more pictures soon.
TTFN
Love, Lynne

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

First Time . . .

 
today
all bundled up
Little' O
went to her first soccer game
 
bright eyed
plenty of smiles
socks on her hands and feet
hat and warm fleece
and a toasty blanket too
 
 
'till next time,
Love,
GG

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Wall Building . . .

 
 


 

 



 

 

 
 
  
 
We have been rebuilding some of the old stone walls around our yard,
 adding more stone and building new.
It is an ongoing process as plantings change and ideas emerge.  
 
We find the large rocks by the country side roads where
they are tossed by the farmers who are working their fields.
We enjoy going on the hunt to search and find. 

Our little furry friend enjoys watching over us
during the rock moving building process
 
The Bitter Sweet vine you see twisting up that old oak tree
is twenty five years old.
The buds are just beginning to bud up.
Soon I will be showing you their brilliant orange gold color.

It is a treat for me to have planted and maintained
Bitter Sweet here at our home
It was a favorite of my dad. 
He had a glorious vine
that wove up two stories around a porch at our home.
Truly beautiful!
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That's it folks, see you soon!
Love, Lynne

~
Stand tall and proud.
Go out on a limb.
 Remember your roots.
 Drink plenty of water.
Be content with your natural beauty.
Enjoy the view.

(author, llan Shamir,  Advice from a Tree)