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Can You Feel It?
August 06, 2018

When a Turkey decides to rumble through your flowers.

As of late, we have had a single Tom Turkey hanging around everyday.

I don't mind gleaning under the feeders.

The grand kids get a kick out of watching this big bird.

But messing with a guys flowers just to get to the other

Petoskey, MI. is my Happy Place.

Actually, the whole area around the Little Traverse Bay, dotted with small cities and little villages.

Lake Michigan is cleaner and the water is bluer Up North.

Life is at a slower pace, and the culture reminds me of my youth.

I feel at peace, more like home.

My Happy Place.

Even a few short days helps to sooth my soul.

I'm sure you have a place like that too.

(Front of Terrace Inn.)

I'm going to share some pictures of the place we stayed.

The lady that owned/ran the B&B Karen and I stayed at for the past 25 years became ill and had to give it up.

Fortunately, a couple short blocks away and off the main drag sits the Terrace Inn.

A 117 year old Hotel/B&B, not
much to look at from the front.

Not as old as the Gingerbread House we used to stay at, but built with character.

I know there are probably hundreds of old Inns scattered about, and many that are older still.

But was our respite.

Many modern amenities are added, like the Jacuzzi tub in our room, and the TV, fridge and microwave.

(The Back Terrace, now you understand the name.)

Still, there is that aura of an era gone by.

The traditional front desk, shiny hardwood floors, and chandeliers.

Old wood doors that still use a key.

Creaky stairs, and crooked floors.

All things that add character and personality.

Not to mention, an outrageous breakfast served in the formal dining area.

Thank you for allowing me to share, what may be our new go to place with you.

At the bottom is a picture of the girls.

All is well and the family is together again.

Also is this year's version of my Cup Plant, I'm guessing it is a good 10 feet (3 meters), tall.

Heat and watering has been good to many of my plants this year.

(The right side of the porch, or Terrace, very nice.)

Last past was a sad day for me.

The sun now sets before 9:00 in my corner of the world :-(

Day light continues to shrink at an increasing pace right now.

We are still dry around here.

I know many regions are worse
off with drought, floods, fires, etc.

Weather always seems to be an issue no matter we live.

The First of August should've had you cleaning feeders and water sources.

Especially sanitizing.

If you have powdery mildew, or other fungus showing on your plants, it is too late to get rid of it.

The time to get rid of or prevent fungus is before you see it.

You can only hope to slow it down now, with fungicides, commercial, or homemade remedies.

(Dining area with original hardwood floor.)

Can You Feel It?

Wildlife Gardeners know and understand the changes.

Every year, it comes when the calendar flips from July to August.

Or so it seems.

There is a noticeable difference in the air.

I notice the difference of the sun's angle around mid July, as earth circles the sun.

It took some time for my Karen to notice the difference, but she is more cognizant of such things now days.

It isn't just the angle of the sun, you can feel it in the air.

It feels different.

Now this may not be the time where you live, changes may have taken place, or happen later in the year.

However, changes happen.

It isn't just what you feel.

You can smell the difference.

You can see the difference.

Summer is only half over, yet huge change are taking place.

(Front Desk.)

On 90+ degree days like we had this past weekend.

Oh yes, hot is hot, no matter what.

As goes with the air you wear (oppressive humidity).

Still, the sun is lower in the sky, not beating directly over head.

I feels different.

With August in Michigan comes the heavy dew.

You can feel it in the evening as it comes.

You surely can see and feel it in the mornings.

You can feel the energy of a growing season, as it begins to wind down.

If you can't you need to become more aware, and more in tune with your surroundings.

(Hallway, filled with furniture of the era.)

You can smell the difference.

August air smells different.

Sure there are seasonal flowers that fill the air with aromas.

The thick and humid air seems to enhance the smells of certain plants, like Garden phlox.

Often you can drive through country roads and literally smell the fields of corn growing tall.

I'm not talking manure piles, you can actually smell living, growing corn fields.

Brush up to a marigold, or tomato plant.

You know the smells.

(Sitting room on first floor.)

Obviously, you can see the difference.

Flower and vegetable gardens reach their pinnacle.

Flowers on display.

Your garden proving nutritious labor of love.

Fruits stands fill rural roads.

God's handy work doesn't stop there.

Look into the night skies.

Have you enjoyed the parade of planets this spring and summer?

Venus still graces the evening sky to the west.

Followed by Jupiter in the south.

Trailing Jupiter is a medium, yellow looking star.

This is the ringed planet Saturn.

A small telescope will allow you to see the rings.

Next in the parade to the south east, a bit lower, Mars.

Unmistakable by the orange color.

Not to mention the sounds are different.

Bird songs have been replaced by a crescendo of insect sounds.

Crickets, Cicadas, Katydids, and a host of others in the mood for love.

And I know I don't have to mention the tastes of August.

Again, this will vary with where you live, but you know what I mean.

Well, it is time for me to fly.

Before I go, here is your positive thought for the week.

God Bless.

“Purity of soul cannot be lost without consent.”

St. Augustine

Did you read that?

Not without our consent.


"Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me".

Psalm 51:10

"Treat the earth well:

It was not given to you by your parents,

It was loaned to you by your children.

We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors,

We borrow it from our Children."

Ancient Indian Proverb.

A Blessed week to you .

Your friend indeed,

Ron Patterson

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