Yesterday evening the sky above my small house on Lake Huron's western shoreline was beautiful. Later I looked for the Perseid meteor shower - without luck. You can see the roof of my house in the second photo below.
Earlier in the day I went to Port Huron for brunch with my friend Iris and I downloaded too much. Thank you Iris.
After venting I visited the Port Huron Farmers' Market and then picked up some newly framed small canvases of paintings done by my Great Aunt Mary Glass. They've been sitting in a drawer for several decades and now finally grace my walls. I rarely saw her unfortunately. Once I remember visiting her antique store in nearby Franklin, Michigan long before Franklin became a haven for the very wealthy. Back than it was a secluded village out in the country. It was exciting to see all the treasures she had collected over the years. The second photo below was one of her barns where she stored her finds.
Returning home yesterday I drove along Lakeshore Road where annually many of the residents have their miles-long garage sales. The drive took longer than normal because of all the running forth and back by people getting bargains; I did not stop. I have more than enough of my own stuff.
A friend gave me three names for a group of vultures: a committee of vultures is for when they are resting grouped in trees, a kettle of vultures is for when they are all in flight like they might be above a carcass, and finally a wake of vultures is for when there is a group of them on the ground feeding on a dead animal - here that could be a road kill raccoon, opossum, or deer.