This is how I start my day... feeding the birds. And enjoying the nature preserve that is beyond my door. If you look to the right, you will see some legs. {If you squint...}...
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"It is not on any map. True places never are." Herman Melville ~ Moby Dick Imagine... If you could wake up tomorrow and have the day be free of any stress. {Hint...you can.} What d...
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As the new hunting season has emerged, I am thrilled for many reasons. Exploring the nook and crannies of the woods never gets old. Autumn brought many new adventures. See what I m...
What's it like to farm in an unconventional way? Check out yet another favorite farm family of mine. Kip and Carrie Smyth and their children Caleb/Joshua/Esther/Nathan/Joseph/Nao...
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Why in the world would I, in northern lower Michigan, care about EQ's? Well, even though I'm not a science geek, I check in to the reports by Dutchsinse. (Michael J.) He pack...
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Hitting the road is always exhilarating for me. Imagine hitting the road, indefinitely, with 5 young boys in tow. Brackin N Lindsay Kirkland make it work. I follow this family and s...
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Yes, watching is what I do. Today was humorous, as two little button bucks sparred. A sign of things to come. One of the two tried nursing from Mama. She wasn't th...
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I used to look forward to this time of year. The first big snow...right before Opening Day. The hunt... And now I just watch. And they watch me. This past summ...
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This was my driveway last winter, turning back into the woods. I lived in the Bear's Den cabin. No electric. No running water. Only an outhouse. And I loved it. ...
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For those who don't know, I'm currently away from my Homestead. More on that later...but simply put, I'm 40 miles up north, assisting my Mother. Since I'm "temporarily" living a "n...
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I grew up in a family of fishers. This is my beloved Dad, Chuck, on the river, with pole in hand and pipe in mouth. He had the perfect temperament for fishing...never riled. Never in ...
Have you ever wondered what is around the next bend? I've enjoyed following Brian of AdventureVanMan as he travels about, living on the road. I think you will too. (And yes, he...
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Yep, it's time. I'm going back to old-school. Sure, I'll miss my Facebook birthdays. And I'll miss all of my *friends* that I have met over the years. {I hope you follo...
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I never realized I would have a hard sell in the city. Last winter, nestled deep in the woods, my birds appreciated me. Upon walking in, they would greet me with songs and calls...
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I'm back. Back to the world of Blogging. Old-School. I'm going to check in daily, Lord willing. Come along for the ride... Until tomorrow, Lord willing. Sherry
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Russian Swamp, you say? I grew up in this area, and have returned for the summer months to care for family. What a blessing it is to have the deer comfortable in my presence. T...
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It’s official. Warm spring breezes and lots of sun, with a touch of rain to bring on the budding of trees finally occurred. In addition, the deer have emerged from the “deer yards”...
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Welcome Friends. I wonder what your life is like…as spring emerges. I was at an outdoor Auction this past weekend (up north, not far from the Mackinac Bridge) when I felt like I had em...
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Yep...I'm here. Winter is in full swing. And my little woodstove is firing hot. All is well. Lots of firewood remains to swing into spring. The chickadees aren't even waiting for m...
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Hello Friend - I'm still here...still living in my small cabin on ten acres, waiting for winter to set in. In the meantime, I have the chickadees landing on my fingers when I call to ...
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This past week, with August upon us, I shuffled around some dog equipment to get ready for Fall Training. While hauling an armload of old harnesses to wash up to sell, I hoped none of the ...
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It’s still early morning as I sit on my little cabin porch, enjoying my Amish-made hickory rocker. Thinking back, it’s been 25 years or so since I first hauled this rocker from mi...
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My journal continues… TUESDAY, MAY 30TH A nightly visitor shows up at my cabin. The question is...who? Or what? I wonder… Coyote tracks and deer abound, but who is breathing ne...
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And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head.” Luke 9:58 Checking in again, my friend. My ...
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Wendell W. Price said this: “There are many activities I must cut out simply because I desire to excel in my pursuit after God and holiness.” This describes my living deeper into s...
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