The beauty of a Northern Michigan summer never fails to leave me speechless. It’s the kind of beauty that catches you by surprise. Turn a corner and there is a field of sweet peas growing with wild abandon by the side of the road, take another turn and there are cherry orchards for as far as the eye can see. And of course the view that wins all the prizes, the turquoise shimmering lake. It is there to greet us every morning as we wake up, and late into the evening when the sun sets and lights its waters on fire.
But what I love the most about our summers here, without a doubt, is the carefree fun that my boys get to experience. It is childhood at its best, and there is nothing like it in the entire world I swear. Yesterday we played baseball in the yard with our neighbors, and threw rocks into the lake for our family dog to chase. We walked down the lane to pick our neighbor’s raspberries, and came home to bake muffins. We visited the cherry orchard and picked buckets full of dark sweet cherries, and stopped by the farmers market on the way home to stock up on veggies, raw honey, blueberries and strawberries. We scooted into town for the weekly “stroll” and popped into the little toy store to do some browsing. We said hello to neighbors that we have shared summers with for 20 years. We finished the night with vanilla ice cream topped with farm fresh strawberries and cherries. Life is good. It is beautiful and good, but in the midst of all this good there has been sorrow, and our family needs prayers right now more than ever. Again, these are not my stories to tell and I always honor my family’s privacy, but I will say that my younger brother and my mom need lots of love sent their way this summer. I’m keeping the faith that there is healing to be had in a place as magical as this. Wishing you all a gorgeous summer weekend. xo