Flower Kingdom

"I am a King,

Or an Emperor rather, 

I wear crown-imperial

And prince's-feather;

Golden-rod is the sceptre

I wield and wag,

And a broad purple flag-

flower

Waves for my flag.

Elder the pithy

With old-man and sage,

These are my councillors

Green in old age;

Lord-and-ladies in silence

Stand round me and wait,

While gay ragged-robin

Makes bows at my gate.

- Poem I am a King by Christina Georgina Rossetti 

My sister Courtney and I, reigning over our glorious kingdom of flowers, this past Labor Day Weekend in Michigan. 

 

Snowbirds


We're the kind of snowbirds that fly north for winter. 

A MLK weekend family getaway in Michigan treated by my always too generous auntie and uncle. 

My little cousin with eyes bright, perched in his tube like a chickadee in nest, eager for every flight downhill. 

We on cross country skis like a procession of waterfowl...some swans smoothly gliding upon the icy grooved snow...others ducklings, contentedly waddling aback. 

As birds of prey, clawing our warm bounty of chili, Grand Traverse cherry crumble pie, and bratwurst, satisfying our voracious, chilled appetites. 

So passed a snowy weekend with my gregarious family flock.  

Northern Michigan: Cabin + Farm



Labor Day spent snuggly in my uncle's cabin in Northern Michigan. 

Crisp mornings: fresh eggs, sausage, and pancakes drizzled with sweet tapped syrup straight from my uncle's maples. 

Crisp nights: venison charred over the fire, peach cobbler, and marshmallows as big as your fist.

hammock
wildflowers
bonfire
birch trees

and those stars...