A beautiful day: the sun came out and it got up to 40 degrees — almost T-shirt weather! I had the most brilliant idea: why not load everything onto my sled and just pull it along? A jolly idea! Ach– how wrong I was.
That old sled must be close to 100 years old. It’s been in my family forever. As if it came over on the Mayflower. Maybe Jesus used it as a kid. The snow was about 10″ deep and starting to thaw. Rather than gliding effortlessly along, the rusty sled runners and melting snow seemed to want to fuse together. It felt like like I was dragging a big, dead deer up and down the hills. Oy! One hell of a cardio workout! So much for great ideas.
This spot is at Antrim Creek Natural Area, right where the creek empties into Lake Michigan. One of my favorite spots to paint! The sun was warm on my back and I could hear the waves crashing on the beach. The creek gurgled, no doubt quite lively under the surface with lake trout, anticipating the spawning rush. The snow was dotted with footprints of dogs. At least I tell myself they’re dogs — and not ravenous, rabid wolves, lurking in the undergrowth, waiting to rip my throat out!
Margie Guyot Art 