Have you ever heard of Keith Drury? He teaches at Indiana Wesleyan and every summer he goes on an adventure. Sometimes he goes alone, sometimes with his wife, often with students. It is tiring just to read about his adventures. He has hiked trails in America, Scotland, Greece and Turkey, rode bikes, paddled streams, last summer he even took a moped tour of the Smokies. Here’s a link if you don’t believe me.

Last week was summer in Fremont. This week we are back to winter. Don’t you love Michigan? No time to get bored with the weather around here is there? I was out on a call last week and with the sun roof open getting sun on my head and enjoying the first natural warmth since about last September and noticed the brilliant yellow Forsythia blooming. Whenever the Forsythia bloom I remember something the old-timers used to say: “Three snows after the Forsythia bloom.”

And now, without any further delay…. the granola recipe of the century….

I love Dogwoods. They grow indigenous on the hillsides and in the woods where my people are from. Every spring the snow melts, the birds return, the violets spring up wild in the woods and in early May large white dogwood blossoms join the Trillium and pale green buds of the forest. Here in our part of Michigan they usually blossom around the second week of May. About the weekend of our annual men and boys camp-out and canoe trip you see them peeking through the …

I’m not one for conspiracy theories. I hate blaming everything from the breakdown of the American home to global warming on the liberal media and television. But I must say I really do believe the television and other factors are contributing to the vanishing of what I like to call the quaint and mostly rural arts.

I’ve never been that patient or particularly skilled at fishing. Good fishermen need at least a little of both. When I was a boy I liked to spend the evening on the margin of the pond with my Zebco 404 rod and reel combination. I would cast and retrieve over and over again as fast as I could. My Dad, my uncle Bill, and Grandpa always said I needed to sit still and watch my bobber for a while but I was able pass my entire …