OK, so it doesn’t look springlike, but trust me — this is spring in Michigan. And this ice is unusual; the Free Press says so. People were driving down Lake Shore Road all weekend, snapping pictures of the pileup of floes. Some of the lakefront mansions are losing their seawalls. (Not that this constitutes a tragedy; I’m just reporting.)
This is not the most dramatic of the pileups, but it is my favorite picture.
Mmm, a nice weekend. We had a small dinner party Saturday night. I learned two things: If you start with a soup course, the rest of your timing better be great. (Mine was acceptable.) Also, nothing gets things off on the right foot better than a bottle of champagne. Forget serving it with dessert, by which point your guests will already be half-sloshed on the red and the white and the cocktails. Just pop open that sucker and get the little bubbles tickling noses early.
Today is the week’s busiest, and the rest of the week is front-loaded with deadlines. So in lieu of the usual, accept another picture. Oooh, look, a pretty flower:
Back later today or tomorrow.