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A spoonful of love

The spoon, a sturdy one, was the kind she’d use to stir batter for a yellow cake, swirl yeast in a mixing bowl or dish up turkey dressing into a covered dish for Thanksgiving dinner. Stainless USA was imprinted on the back of the handle. It was probably purchased at the Ben Franklin Five and Dime where Grandpa bought most of her kitchen utensils. Grandma didn’t care for shopping for such things, and Grandpa had a knack for finding various kitchenware – Pyrex baking dishes, small glass custard cups, a special pan for poaching eggs – so a couple spoons, being practical, were added to an assortment of items in the top drawer of her Hoosier kitchen cabinet.

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The Worm Turns

I started out as an egg. Perhaps I was more than that. I was an idea, but the egg is what was visible and ideas aren’t, not until they become manifest in some form or action. The egg was a gift from my mother, a Monarch butterfly, whom I, like the sea turtle, never knew.

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Mary Sharry to Exhibit at Glen Arbor Art Association

“Drawn to Water and other enchantments,” an exhibit of oil paintings by Empire artist Mary Sharry, will be on display at the Glen Arbor Art Association gallery at 6031 South Lake Street in Glen Arbor. A reception will be held on Friday, July 20, 6-9 p.m., with continued viewing on Saturday from 1-7 p.m. and Sunday from 11 a.m.-3 p.m. The paintings depict the changing skies and colors of the waters in northern Michigan as well as everyday still life reflections. For more information, please call (231) 334-6112.

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Summer heat

On sweltering nights when you cannot fall to sleep no sound is larger than the buzz of a mosquito or a trapped moth striking the screen of your bedroom window. In the north woods, in the village of Empire, through open windows you hear the call of a coyote or an owl, an occasional rustle in the leaves and brush as an opossum or porcupine scutters through, the perfect stomping of deer hooves. There is no cooling breeze; the night feels warm and sticky. Well past midnight you rise to look out the window and watch a bat dart back and forth where moths cluster beneath a village street light.

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