California is beautiful to look at, but you can’t be a part of it like you can in Michigan.-Jennifer Granholm
Weekends Up North on the Ausable River.
Fresh bread browning in the toaster.
Maxwell House Coffee brewing in the old percolator.
Bacon sizzles in an old cast iron skillet, seasoned for years.
Eggs are fried in bacon grease.
The smell of breakfast permeates the air both inside and outside of the cabin.
We stand outside, coffee in hand and gaze out at the mighty river flowing by.
The sun reflecting on it reminds me a bit of what Heaven will look like. If I make it there.
We sit on the porch swing. Talk about the day. Laze around in the heat with bugs buzzing around our heads.
Mom plants flowers. Weeds gardens. Waters everything with a pump we have to prime with river water.
We painted the exterior of the cabin in no time.
Partied in the pole barn. Drank beer from the kegorator.
Thunderstorms would come. The kids would “Dirt Dog” in the puddles, as the water would flow through the lawns. Into the mighty Ausable.
Meggie took her first swim in that river. Her first summer on this Earth. Her relationship, her need for water came from that river.
As they got older, she and Adam Boy would dig for cray fish on the river bank. We’d watch the dogs eat them whole. Right out of the bucket.
I’d make dinner with Mom. She taught me SO much! How to be a mom, wife, cook, Wonder Woman. Miss her every day.
Canoe trips with the kids. Canoe trips with friends and family. Tie them together. I never put an oar in the water. I drank and smoked. Looked pretty, sunned myself. Roger Darling did the work.
I love those times we shared in Mio. We don’t get there much now that we have our place in the Pines. We are going to visit in August though. The whole family. Food, beer, shots, conversation and raucous laughter. In the pole barn, the river, the canoe, the porch swing, the kitchen. Family and the Ausable River. Now there is “nothing” in this world better than that.