Growing up I heard the name Colby only as it referenced Aunts Emma, Anna and Hortense or cousin Minnie Mae. My mother’s jaw would tighten when she mentioned the Millers back in Wisconsin. William had disgraced them and ruthlessly altered the history of his wife and children by walking off the Rockland farm one day during the Depression. Decades later word trickled down that he had another family in California.
Even more decades have passed leaving only the famous orange cheese, made in Wisconsin since 1882, as a reminder of what might have been. I’ve kept an image of my grandfather wrapped in the cooler drawer of my heart. He’s in the field behind the plow pulled by his faithful mule when he stops to watch a flock of geese pass overhead. Then he drops the reins and follows them.
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I spied this faux pelican deep in thought under a Norfork Isle Pine in the garden of the Smiling Pelican Bake Shop in Maiden Rock, Wisconsin. We were visiting on a stop during the annual Flood Run motorcycle ride so while the bikers hung together I walked around with my camera. Sadly this wonderful bakery closes down the weekend the bikers come to town which means NO PIE. But they have lovely gardens around their small building in which to stroll. And stroll I did.
This weekend was bustling with activity in the Twin Cities [a visit from Pres. Obama, opening game of the Vikings and the U of M Gophers] and not the least of which a small 'fall festival' at a local church near our apartment. This usually means that the car collectors cruise around and park where they can be seen during the festivities. Thus the gorgeous blue Chrysler sporting a reflection of the red Barracuda next to it. Groovy, I thought.
What's Ruby Tuesday without some red flowers? I snapped these variegated blooms in this garden at Loyola University in Chicago. I've never seen anything quite like them.
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This is a Maine Coon Cat who owns Audrey and also lives in the lap of luxury in Chicago. Before she came to Audrey, she had a neglected past, and was later rescued by someone who named her Squirrel. Dave and I especially like playing volley ball with her--she sits, we throw a sparkly ball which she spikes across the room, we go get it. . .and so on.
Early morning sky over Lake Michigan at the beginning of September--late summer or early, early fall?
I was visiting Audrey in Chicago last week where I was able to go to the Lake Michigan shore every day because her apartment is only two blocks away! Joining these shorebirds I found my own bits of delight as we all poked around the sand together.
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