The mornings are crisp, the afternoons are warm and smell like freshly cut grass, and the evenings feel soggy, like a rain shower is on its way. Pink and white flowers bud on the branches of bushes and trees, and when the wind picks up, small petals blow off the trees and dance in the streets. From the side of the road, Sandhill Cranes watch me as I pull into the driveway after I’ve worked all day. At night they call to each other in the marshes in the backyard along with the bullfrogs and the green frogs. There is something so prehistoric about the sound they make.
With each change of the season, I am reminded of why I love Michigan so much. This is one of the most beautiful and splendid states I’ve ever had the fortune to live in.
As I made my way to the car yesterday morning, I was thinking it would be a nice day to sit on the back porch reading books when a red-winged blackbird interrupted by thoughts. “O-ka-leeeeeeee” is what the bird said to me.