A sign of spring in Northern Indiana

THE TIPPING POINT – July 7

You have heard of the straw that broke the camel’s back . . . Looking at the map showing the vast area of predicted HEAT in our part of the country, I noticed two spots poking into the frame that were not included. "Lucky," I thought about the people living withing those curving boundaries. Then it clicked in my mind - Lake Michigan, Lake Erie. Other TIPPING POINTS
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Oh, by the way, that branch is from the blue spruce, broken off by the wind and ice. I’ll pull it away, sooner or later.

Just so many leaves and so many branches and mud, mud and mud.

Will we ever get this cleaned up so we can lounge here again.

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The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse is a real place - each person just perceives it a bit different from another. Or maybe a lot different, for all that I know. I'd say it would be a stretch to see it as modern, sleek nightclub, but I guess if you got a group of those folks lost out here in these parts, they could enjoy themselves sitting and talking and digging down in the soda pop cooler. The stove that we put wood in for heat - not the cooking kind - might take them aback, but it's a pretty fine thing on a cool morning come dawn or a cold winter day. Most of us agree the floor is pretty much narrow hardwood, although we've got some big, wide and thick planks in a couple of areas. We've got a counter and stools and tables and chairs and I wouldn't say too many things match. Got a couple or big real rag rugs and a couple of fake Persian, threadbare they are. There's an aroma in the place, a mixture of woodsmoke and your favorite fragrance. Some swear it's citrus and sage, others insist it's macintosh and peach and every now and then we all agree it's the scent of rhubarb cooking down to a sauce. We've got Friday, our dog, who used to live in meadow in Vermont until he died and came here. I guess technically he's a dog-angel - but we don't get technical here. FRIDAY:
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