where’s nacho?
Jun18
“sometimes it’s best to hide in plain sight.” ― david estes
where’s nacho?
Author Archives: beth
Jun17
timing is everything.
Jun16
make fudge, not war.
through the generations, murdick’s fudge on mackinac island
has been recognized as an iconic michigan favorite.
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with 17 fudge shops on the celebrated historical mackinac island of michigan,
all offering free samples,
there is an ongoing rivalry between 6 rival companies,
each claiming to be the best.
my suggestion is to try them all to make it a fair contest
and decide for yourself.
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mackinac island fudge festival | august 21-23, 2015
while fudge was not invented on mackinac island, mackinac island’s fudge has become the most popular fudge in america. this festival celebrates the creamy goodness with events such as Dining Under the Influence of Fudge, Fudge on the Rocks, Michigan Craft Brew Beer Tastings, Great Turtle Slow Ride and the coveted “Daddy, I Want the Golden Ticket” vacation giveaway.
happy national fudge day – june 16
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save the earth. it’s the only planet with chocolate. ~author unknown
MACKINAC ISLAND
Covering 3.8 square miles, Mackinac Island is located in Lake Huron at the eastern end of the Straits of Mackinac, between Michigan’s Lower and Upper Peninsula. It is only accessible by ferry or plane. • The island was home to Native American settlements before European exploration began in the 1600s.
It also was a key site for the Great Lakes Fur Trade and was home to Fort Mackinac, built by the British during the American Revolutionary War. It was the scene of two battles during the War of 1812. In the late 19th century, the island became a popular tourist destination and summer colony, and that popularity gets stronger by the summer.
The entire island is listed as a National Historic Landmark. Battle sites, historic buildings, the fort, and dozens of additional diversions, including Original Murdick’s Fudge, entertain visitors.
Because automobiles were banned from the village in 1898, and from the park in 1901, on-island transit is by foot, horse, carriage and bicycle.
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image credits: mackinacisland.com, originalmurdicksfudge.com, michigan.com
Jun15
alone together.
at the coffee shop
many wander in
grab a beverage
sit a while
relaxing
thinking
writing
reading
studying
working
texting
calling
chatting
waiting
getting away from it all
passing the time
it’s comfortable
being here
even
if
you
are
alone
all
in this one place
at this one time
and yet
they come here to be together.
individually, we are one drop. together, we are an ocean.
ryunosuke satoro
Jun13
blended.
bought this at the old bookshop
drawn to the cover
mom is swooning
new dad’s happy to have found mom
but looking worried
what?
she had four kids?!
where is the fourth one?
is it a baby?
what happened to the first dad?
the kids are going on the honeymoon?
what will happen?
how will they all blend together?
who will wear hats?
can’t wait to see.
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“we’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird. and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”
– dr. seuss
Jun12
if you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. – marcus tullius cicero
late morning
on the tiny deck
behind my tiny cottage
surrounded by a tiny garden
sharing this tiny space
with a
delicate spider
perched upon
champagne dreams roses
petals flying
orange cat
stretched out
on
weathered deck
under a cloudy sky
sipping
warm coffee
with
coconut cream
reading
listening
taking it all in
happy to share this space
all of us knowing
life is good.
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exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
– alfred austin
Jun11
regrets? they’ve had a few –
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image credit: grammarly.com
Jun10
in nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you. – michel de montaigne
nacho the cat not the food
decided to head outside
just before a huge rainstorm
and chose to
stay outside
not his usual response
to iffy weather
when he’d come inside
to stay warm and dry and safe
watching from the window
but not today
he opted for
living life on the edge
when i called him
there was
no familiar meow
finally
i had to go to bed
i left my window open
to listen for his cry
with every downpour
i worried about him more
like a teenager
breaking curfew
a bit mad and a bit worried
at the same time
on this hot night
no magical white noise fan for me
to better hear him
couldn’t sleep
when i thought of all of
the possible scenarios
had a dry towel waiting
kept tossing and turning
finally at the bewitching hour
of 3am
i heard his tiny meow
ran downstairs
opened the door
only to see him standing there
dry and warm and fluffy
he strolled in
like nothing unusual had happened
and looked at me
as if to say
“what?”
went to his bowl
scarfed down his food
we both laid down
went to sleep
i didn’t ask any questions
and he didn’t explain
we have a mutual
‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy
between us.
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happiness is like a cat, If you try to coax it or call it, it will avoid you; it will never come. but if you pay not attention to it and go about your business, you’ll find it rubbing against your legs and jumping into your lap.
– william bennett
Jun9
joy in the universe, and keen curiosity about it all – that has been my religion. – john burroughs
finding her religion
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image credit: google images
Jun8
mixed reviews.
five witnesses to the same event
five different opinions.
I didn't have my glasses on.... 
