Tag: Lake Michigan in Wisconsin

Monday May Walk

I had a note to mail, and Karl walked with me to the mailbox at the end of the road. Then we walked on another road. I am still weaing my winter coat with big pockets. Karl wears a Spring jacket and gloves. We both put an extra face mask in our pockets. We have face masks in the car and I carry two in my purse. Easy to take care. Sunglasses outside always, as directed by my eye doctor. We both are fully vaccinated.

We saw ferns growing through gravel by the side of the road and in gardens, hyacinths, and daffodils. Beautiful forsythia. A few people outside to work or go for a walk too.

Interesting to see seawalls from the perspective of the road, and how the work took place. Everyone together.

Bright Spring day. No hurry for warmer weather. As Karl would say, Lake Michigan creates a “microclimate.” Cool Springs, short Summers, warm Autumns, and long Winters (for blogs and books).

Take good care. Be safe and well. Karl and I often say, we have made it this far with COVID-19, and we are going to continue on a good health path.

The lake levels are still quite high, and there is no beach. Yet the seawalls are beautiful and protect properties. A new time to continue to learn, in many ways. Grateful.

Short Poems: Hosta

Yesterday, I looked again at the hosta in the sun, and was inspired to create a post.

this day’s light
hummingbird finds
the hosta

This Day’s Light: Poems About Birds
Post from August 14, 2019

with pink edges

hosta flowers
begin to end
yet knowing
their leaves
will turn gold

August 13, 2013

on hosta plants

so beautiful
with and without

their leaves
in the sun

September 18, 2019


stems in the snow
in early morning light
not bereft of summer beauty
they shine

“For thou art my hope,
O Lord GOD:
thou art my trust
from my youth.”

Psalm 71: 5 (KJV)

A Poem For Each Month In 2011
Post from December 18, 2011

early morning
hosta flowers grow
above the windowsill

Haiku 2019
Post from December 11, 2019

Photo by Karl – July 21, 2020

Photo by Ken Wiele on Pexels.com

Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.