Spring moved slowly, but once summer decided to show up, everything happened at once. Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I have been following developments closely. The roadsides are full of flowers and critters and the occasional berry. The bluff is covered with equisetum, an ancient life form that crowds out practically everything else, but has somehow made space for the wild rose. Those wild roses have grown in Michigan for a long time, too. Their images were worked in porcupine quills on birchbark baskets. Here is your slideshow.
I am pretty sure the berries in the slideshow are going to grow up to be black raspberries, but I could be wrong. Your thoughts on the subject are welcome.