Three more to go!
(I may be slightly obsessed with Christmas decorating.)
All is well in the Keweenaw.
Copper Harbor Lighthouse
Friday, December 1, 2017
One Down
Three more to go!
(I may be slightly obsessed with Christmas decorating.)
All is well in the Keweenaw.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
The Fun Begins!
I love, love decorating for Christmas, but I'm not a gal who decorates the tree before Thanksgiving and takes it down the day after Christmas. I decorate after Thanksgiving and leave my Christmas decor up a week or two into January. In years past, I would try to do all my decorating within a day or so. That's a bit too tough on my back these days, so it may take me a week or more to finish. The fun is beginning, however!
I always do the big tree (aka The Keweenaw Tree) in the great room first.
Mr. Cut Off carried it up from the basement, and I fluffed.
He had the honor of placing the star on top, and I added the 8 strings of copper beads.
None of the ornaments are on the tree yet, but I had to step back and snap some photos. Can you find the deer outside photobombing my shot?
Hint: You can see the doe through the sliding door on the left near the reflection of the lamp. Click on the photo to see it larger.
Mr. Cut Off was also helpful in tacking up the 2 window wreaths above the sliding doors for me.
Ornaments tomorrow!
All is well in the Keweenaw.
I always do the big tree (aka The Keweenaw Tree) in the great room first.
Mr. Cut Off carried it up from the basement, and I fluffed.
He had the honor of placing the star on top, and I added the 8 strings of copper beads.
None of the ornaments are on the tree yet, but I had to step back and snap some photos. Can you find the deer outside photobombing my shot?
Hint: You can see the doe through the sliding door on the left near the reflection of the lamp. Click on the photo to see it larger.
Mr. Cut Off was also helpful in tacking up the 2 window wreaths above the sliding doors for me.
Ornaments tomorrow!
All is well in the Keweenaw.
Monday, November 27, 2017
In Memory
Shirley J. Quinnan, 60, passed away on Saturday, November 25, 2017 at Gilchrist Hospice Center, Towson, MD. She was the wife of Stephen J. Quinnan of Parkton, MD. Shirley and Stephen were married on January 12, 1977, sharing 40 years together. Born on July 3, 1957, in Flint, Michigan, she was the daughter of the late Charles William and Etta Ellen (Bentley) Webster. Shirley worked as a customer service manager at Walmart Supercenter in Shrewsbury for 18 years. In addition to her husband, Shirley leaves to cherish her memory, a son, Jason E. Quinnan, his wife, Brittany and their daughter, McKenna of Abbottstown, PA; 8 siblings, David and Linda Webster of Port Charlotte, FL, Judy and Bill Clairmont of Port Charlotte, FL, Betty and Steve Carlton of Stewartstown, PA, Ellen Green of Vassar, MI, Patrick Webster of Vassar, MI, Kim and Lee Plakiotis of Port Charlotte, FL, James and Becky Webster of Saginaw, MI, Renee Webster and Scott Baldwin of Millington, MI; and many nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by a daughter, Shannon M. Quinnan and a brother, Rev. Thomas C. Webster. All services are private at the request of the family. Hartenstein Funeral and Cremation Care, Inc., New Freedom, is assisting the family. Shirley loved children and her family. If you knew Shirley, you knew you were loved.
Sweet Shirley was one of the sisters of my first husband, the late Tom Webster. I was so shocked and saddened to hear of Shirley's passing. I can't stop thinking about her great sense of humor, and her infectious laugh has been on rewind in my mind since hearing of her death. I'm sorry that her precious granddaughter will not have the blessing of Shirley's abundant love and attention as she grows up. The earth is certainly a little less bright without Shirley on it, but I know she had a joyous reunion in heaven with her beautiful daughter, Shannon, and my beloved Tom; and we will see her again in the Sweet By and By. Please join me in asking the Lord to help Shirley's family through this difficult journey of grief.
As I was thinking about Shirley this afternoon, my mind suddenly remembered something that happened here on Saturday. I had been watching a young deer in our yard for a couple of hours that morning. This was the youngster my husband has named Milkdud. It's the offspring of Chloe, our most frequent deer visitor. Chloe and Milkdud are here so often that they're almost pets. In fact, they're out there right now as I'm typing this. They're normally inseparable, so I was surprised that Chloe was absent for so long that morning. Finally, Chloe showed up and they had a sweet little reunion near the bird feeders. I snapped a few photos of Chloe licking Milkdud's head.
When thinking about Shirley's reunion in heaven with her daughter, Shannon, it occurred to me that Chloe and Milkdud were meeting up in my backyard about the same time Shirley passed away on Saturday. I checked the time stamp on the photos. Sure enough! It was shortly after Shirley passed that Chloe was greeting Milkdud with a lick. The symbolism was not lost on me. It was just a sweet little picture of the wonderful greeting between mother and daughter in heaven!
All is well in the Keweenaw.
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Sweet Shirley was one of the sisters of my first husband, the late Tom Webster. I was so shocked and saddened to hear of Shirley's passing. I can't stop thinking about her great sense of humor, and her infectious laugh has been on rewind in my mind since hearing of her death. I'm sorry that her precious granddaughter will not have the blessing of Shirley's abundant love and attention as she grows up. The earth is certainly a little less bright without Shirley on it, but I know she had a joyous reunion in heaven with her beautiful daughter, Shannon, and my beloved Tom; and we will see her again in the Sweet By and By. Please join me in asking the Lord to help Shirley's family through this difficult journey of grief.
As I was thinking about Shirley this afternoon, my mind suddenly remembered something that happened here on Saturday. I had been watching a young deer in our yard for a couple of hours that morning. This was the youngster my husband has named Milkdud. It's the offspring of Chloe, our most frequent deer visitor. Chloe and Milkdud are here so often that they're almost pets. In fact, they're out there right now as I'm typing this. They're normally inseparable, so I was surprised that Chloe was absent for so long that morning. Finally, Chloe showed up and they had a sweet little reunion near the bird feeders. I snapped a few photos of Chloe licking Milkdud's head.
When thinking about Shirley's reunion in heaven with her daughter, Shannon, it occurred to me that Chloe and Milkdud were meeting up in my backyard about the same time Shirley passed away on Saturday. I checked the time stamp on the photos. Sure enough! It was shortly after Shirley passed that Chloe was greeting Milkdud with a lick. The symbolism was not lost on me. It was just a sweet little picture of the wonderful greeting between mother and daughter in heaven!
All is well in the Keweenaw.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Thursday, November 23, 2017
Monday, November 20, 2017
Smarter Than Average
I really hate to brag, but I'm convinced that we have especially exceptional wildlife in the Keweenaw - and I now have photographic proof!
It's no secret that we have a lot of deer frequenting our yard - sometimes 8 or more at once. The snow is so full of tracks that it resembles a railroad yard. We have 2 does that eat the seed directly out of our purple bird feeder that hangs on a shepherd's hook - like it's a baby bottle. They emptied it in about 20 minutes on Saturday and also ate what seed they could find on the ground under the yellow feeder hanging in the tree. One particular doe kept returning to the feeders all afternoon - probably checking to see if they had been replenished at some point. I saw her staring at the yellow feeder and knew she was probably going to do something I had seen her do on several occasions during the last week, so I grabbed the camera.
I sat in Mr. Cut Off's chair by the sliding doors and waited for a good wide shot. Miss Doe saw me, got a little camera shy, and decided to walk away. I figured she'd be back and kept the camera close at hand. Sure enough! She did come back a bit later. I was working on my laptop in another chair when I glanced up and saw this!
Tippitoes are sometimes necessary!
C'mon, she's surely smarter than your average deer!
I love the look on her face in that last shot. It's like she's saying, "So, whaddya think of that?!"
And I must say that it's really surprising how long a deer can stand on 2 legs!
All is well in the Keweenaw.
It's no secret that we have a lot of deer frequenting our yard - sometimes 8 or more at once. The snow is so full of tracks that it resembles a railroad yard. We have 2 does that eat the seed directly out of our purple bird feeder that hangs on a shepherd's hook - like it's a baby bottle. They emptied it in about 20 minutes on Saturday and also ate what seed they could find on the ground under the yellow feeder hanging in the tree. One particular doe kept returning to the feeders all afternoon - probably checking to see if they had been replenished at some point. I saw her staring at the yellow feeder and knew she was probably going to do something I had seen her do on several occasions during the last week, so I grabbed the camera.
I sat in Mr. Cut Off's chair by the sliding doors and waited for a good wide shot. Miss Doe saw me, got a little camera shy, and decided to walk away. I figured she'd be back and kept the camera close at hand. Sure enough! She did come back a bit later. I was working on my laptop in another chair when I glanced up and saw this!
Tippitoes are sometimes necessary!
C'mon, she's surely smarter than your average deer!
I love the look on her face in that last shot. It's like she's saying, "So, whaddya think of that?!"
And I must say that it's really surprising how long a deer can stand on 2 legs!
All is well in the Keweenaw.
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Friday, November 17, 2017
Morning Blues
Early winter mornings in the Keweenaw.
Blue - very blue.
Now, don't get the wrong impression. Blue does not reflect our current mood. We love our winters in the Keweenaw - even when they begin in October like they did this year!
At this very moment, Mr. Cut Off is out in the woods doing one of his very favorite activities - deer hunting. That definitely puts a smile on his face. He especially loves that the woods is just a few steps away from the house, so he gets to come in every night to eat dinner at his own table and sleep in his own bed. I can personally guarantee that there are no loudly snoring men at this deer camp - and Mr. Cut Off surely has the most comfortable bed!
Me? I'm happily baking my time away indoors. Gotta keep that hunter awake and well fed while he's sitting out in the woods if I want some more venison for the freezer. Just between you and me, he says he's been watching one that has "freezer" stamped on his side - unless a bigger one comes along.
All is well in the Keweenaw.
Blue - very blue.
Now, don't get the wrong impression. Blue does not reflect our current mood. We love our winters in the Keweenaw - even when they begin in October like they did this year!
At this very moment, Mr. Cut Off is out in the woods doing one of his very favorite activities - deer hunting. That definitely puts a smile on his face. He especially loves that the woods is just a few steps away from the house, so he gets to come in every night to eat dinner at his own table and sleep in his own bed. I can personally guarantee that there are no loudly snoring men at this deer camp - and Mr. Cut Off surely has the most comfortable bed!
Me? I'm happily baking my time away indoors. Gotta keep that hunter awake and well fed while he's sitting out in the woods if I want some more venison for the freezer. Just between you and me, he says he's been watching one that has "freezer" stamped on his side - unless a bigger one comes along.
All is well in the Keweenaw.
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