One of the few ways to keep Mr. Nolan still. When Eric and Antoinette were young and did this at Lake Huron near Alpena, while visiting my parents, they ended up with many sand flea bites and itched for the entire vacation.
Finished all of the lawn after work tonight, the first time I have been able to manage that all season since my fall. Now I have the morning free to leave at sunrise and go pick Thimbleberries near the big lake. They should be quite ripe. Hoping to get enough to make Jam for myself and Christmas gifts. Up in the Keweenaw, the tourists pay $25 for a single jar of Thimbleberry Jam-something we are famous for with that crowd, in addition to Pasties. Thimbleberries are a bit tart and exceptionally tasty. Here in the U.P. is the only place you will find them in Michigan.
"When I first seed Cholly, I want you to know it was like all the bits of color from that time down home when all us chil'ren went berry picking after a funeral and I put some in the pocket of my Sunday dress, and they mashed up and stained my hips. My whole dress was messed with purple, and it never did wash out. Not the dress nor me. I could feel that purple deep inside me. And that lemonade Mama used to make when Pap came in out the fields. It be cool and yellowish, with seeds floating near the bottom. And that streak of green them june bugs made on the trees the night we left from down home. All of them colors was in me. Just sitting there. So when Cholly come up and tickled my foot, it was like them berries, that lemonade, them streaks of green the june bugs made, all come together. Cholly was thin then, with real light eyes. He used to whistle, and when I heerd him, shivers come on my skin."