Last Saturday, before Mary headed back to China, we took off in the car and drove the back roads toward Lake Michigan passing through the small villages, apple orchards and wineries along the way. We ended up at the city park in St. Joseph around noon of a perfect fall day.
We could wonder around the dunes and the beach under the bright blue sky and we could watch the waves crashing to the shore.
The light house was sitting serenely before taking on it’s winter coat of ice.
Nearby a gull was working on it’s tan in preparation of a long period of no sun.
So as the time to leave comes we make note of the lonely piece of driftwood left by the overnight tide and Mary searches for her shoes
after which we head to the car where Mary poses with her new car (aka the dickmobile) and then we head for home on what has turned out to be the last good day of the fall.
It’s been wet and cloudy since and now it has turned cold. This years warm weather is over and at this point I hope the leaves fall off the trees before I leave for China in a week so I can get them cleaned up before I go.