why are vacations the only times we pause for these simple things?
let’s go back.
after months of hesitation — majorly rooted in the thought that most of my heart still beats in the northwest — i’ve officially committed to running the bed & breakfast here in Michigan next season..
with the big decision made, i’m starting to turn my focus to the act of curating..
(oh, and the act of budgeting for my salary→→→$$$)
i didn’t take many photos on my portland trip with my real camera.. so instagram will suffice:
perhaps my favorite photo from my favorite day.
moments before the best meal.
my favorite camping trip, ever.
post-tattoo wine guzzling on the bluffs.
a great start to my second favorite day.
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since my return life has been far from sleepy, but these are a few of the quiet moments:
kombucha nightcapping while solo sunsetting
the other lake
burns park, party of one
i’ve found myself in a few too many diners lately..
and i’ve spent far too little time outside..
we’re building up the reserves for a trip to Lake Michigan next month, we’ll be brewing our second batch this week in a few days. dad always taught us to be prepared.
willy wonka in the park last night
& yesterday’s rain
i am feeling beyond fortunate tonight.
photos via Instagram
real photos later this week…
all photos via Instagram
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i realize instagram photos are cop-outs (you don’t need to yell at me CRL).. but this week has been straight-up insane. and it’s only Thursday.. today is pretty packed – school and volunteering (cooking at a church, jesus christ).. and Saturday we’re hosting & catering a wedding, which I’m photographing.. after which I will race to downtown Detroit to meet my pops and sister for our FIRST TIGERS GAME..
life just chugs along, whether i like it or not. i’m glad i’ve decided to start participating, but i still feel the same about being “home”.
perhaps a vacation is in order.. May is just around the corner.
My aunt Jeanne is my favorite aunt for many reasons. She’s sweet and selfless, worrisome in an endearing way.. always encouraging and enthusiastic. I spent a LOT of time at her house when I was a kid.. there were a couple years in high school when I spent every available evening and weekend there. “She practically raised you..” — my mom, on the subject.
Jeanne lives on a pretty big piece of property southeast of Ann Arbor. When we were kids they had a pool (with a slide!), a giant field for a backyard (complete with pond and go-karts), and a barn.
The barn had a big hay loft that we would climb in.. Kool-Aid in one hand, a barn kitten in another – I’m not really sure why, nor do I remember how they got back down… The barn also had about 6 stalls that periodically held horses. Spanky, the family pony was the longest running resident. He bucked me off 3 times. We were never really buds. There was a goat named Goaty, he was fun until he started head-butting us down the stairs. Needless to say, it was a place where we ran and biked and swam and skinned our knees.
The barn has certainly seen better days, but I’m excited to report that it might soon be home to a brood of chickens.
This potential chicken coop/stall/room needs a lot of work, mainly patching and securing in order to protect the hens from the multiple raccoons that have taken up residence in the hay loft, but we’re excited.
i’ve had the luxury of enjoying some lazy mornings at the cabin lately. with this awesome weather (mid-70s?!) I often park it on the deck in the sun (i’m working on the most amazing farmer’s tan..). this morning is a bit overcast but it’s plenty warm enough to have all the windows and doors open. neighbors are burning leaves and cutting grass, it smells like spring. pontoon boats are already chuggin’ around the lake at 10am… proof that Michiganders know how to take advantage of decent weather. i feel very lucky in this moment.
now i must go try to convince my step-brother to take himself and his broken rib to the hospital… we’ve surely had enough of that place, but i think most of you would agree that motorcycle crashes aren’t something to ignore. boys will be boys, even when they’re 40…
Lately I’ve had an intense mid-winter craving for something fresh and this would totally hit the motha effin spot.
Something tells me it’ll be a bit more difficult to find a decent Bloody Mary in Ann Arbor… Portlanders are so spoiled.
i guess some things are prettier in Michigan..
(i haven’t been able to switch coffee yet… Stumptown has my heart for now)
A good friend came into town this weekend to visit before I left Portland for the Midwest. He even took me out for breakfast!
Go HERE. Order the Praline Bacon. Eat it slowly.
This is what we look like when we’re full and happy.
We danced the whole way home.