Being back in Michigan hasn’t been very pleasant so far. We’ve only been home about three days and I’ve been so sick that I feel that I’ve merely existed.

But now that I am beginning to recover, I’m looking around and I’m finding what I’ve always known, that this place is really lovely.

Our little lake is beautiful. Unlike our “pond” in Florida, we’re close enough to the water here so we can watch the currents. The ripples, birds, breezes, and signs of “energy” are always present and moving.

Multiple varieties of maple trees fill our yard. (We have crimson red, lots of sugar, and several I can’t name.)

Our fruit trees are past the flower stage. The small apples, peaches and pears are growing.

A little bird has been seen entering the wren house John put near the grape arbor. It appears to be a sparrow, but seems a little small for that breed (but too big for a wren).

The grass is lush and green. (Unlike the coarse prickly stuff that grows in Florida.)

The mosquitoes seem to be under control. (We have a mosquito abatement program in our county and two or three other surrounding counties).

But in the house, there is lots of work to be done.

I can honestly say I’m glad to be home.

I’ve been sleeping quite well.

I haven’t gotten bored or lonesome yet because I have so much to do (especially since the festival workshop program needs to be completed.)

Once I complete the workshop program, I have several projects I’d like to tackle, but first I need to feel better. At this point I’m still barely functioning but I’m better today than I was yesterday.

Life is good, even if I’m still sick.