We've been in Michigan for over a week visiting our daughter and family. The weather didn't exactly cooperate with our plans to see the sites but when there was a break in the rain, we bundled up and went outside and took in the fall leaves. My photos fail to capture nature's vibrant colors. It didn't help that the sun was rarely shining but this park near the Grand river was magical. We saw deer and chipmunks and heard alot of bird calls. My daughter says there are usually wild turkeys lurking in the forest. (O and I did have to run to escape from a big, bad troll who looked alot like Grandpa when we crossed over the bridge). It's good to be back but why is it, wherever you live, you are missing someone?
