It seems that summer has haltingly arrived in Michigan, following a long, cool spring that lingered well past its welcome and reminded me of the Bard’s lament. This local lake is, fortunately, only a short drive for me.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of a May day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Newburgh Lake, Michigan
Yes, one evening in Provence, one perfect hill, one whiff of salt are enough to show us that everything still lies before us.
Or it could be a Michigan woods come to life with the enchanted touch of Spring sunlight.
Kensington Park, Michigan
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Michigan is once again alive with that striking yellow-green of early May and the swirling sounds of swollen creeks.
Fleming Creek, Michigan