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This Day

Nothing is worth more than this day.

Johann Goethe

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

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Happy Solstice, from Daisy

Daisy      Do you ever watch for the longest day of the year and
then miss it?

Jay Gatsby          Don’t you mean the shortest day of the year, Daisy?

Daisy                   Jay, I’m p-p-paralyzed with happiness that the days will be
getting longer now.
(a few liberties with Fitzgerald’s Great Gatsby)

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Sunday Camus: “Awaken that Light”

When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Albert Camus

camus invincible summer

uotes Fleming Creek, Michigan

A Marvelous Renewal

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous

~ Aristotle

The view last weekend from the high banks of the Au Sable River in northern Michigan.  100 years ago or more, rugged loggers rolled cut trees down the sandy “Rollways” to the river, which took them to sawmills on Lake Huron.   Such  work was fraught with danger and it wore men out by their mid-30s.  The lumber built the burgeoning towns of the American Midwest, but vast areas of Michigan were denuded.  During the 1930s Depression, a nearby plaque explains,  400 million trees were planted to reforest northern Michigan, by out-of-work young men  who joined the federal “Civilian Conservation Corps.”   Theirs was a dual renewal–that of the forest and of the young men’s hopes for the future.

Au Sable River, Michigan and the “Rollways”