New Hope with Each Spring
Mike and I shot Negaunee on Good Saturday and stopped in to the Midtown Bakery and Cafe for a cup of joe and a brownie. Our hands were cold; it is still early for spring in the Upper Peninsula. The bakery is cheerful and even in February it is like your own spring each time you enter the door. It is a treat. A time out. But it is time for our spring, our hope. Time to rake out the garden beds. Time for grandchildren and dreams of a future for our towns.