On April 1st we finally moved into our new house one hour north of our previous location in Western Michigan. It was quite an exhausting day and really hasn't let up since. Moving is actually for the young and hardy; of which we are neither. But we are thrilled to be here after two and half years of trying to sell. I can't quite believe it is true.
There is an invisible line in Michigan that runs from Muskegon on Lake Michigan straight across the state. That line determines the landscaping and weather. We have crossed over that line, so it sometimes seems to us that we are in a foreign country. Where before we had maple trees and blue spruce, now we are immersed in white pine and scrub oak. Where before we had dark rich soil, great for growing vegetables and feeding cows, now we have dune sand and scant grass growing in the highly acidic soil.
One thing that excites me is that I should be able to grow rhododendrons easily and pink hydrangeas will turn blue all by themselves without any help from my acid fertilizer that I used to continuously dump on my plants to no avail.
I quickly got used to the rugged, rustic look of my woods, where deer walk gently through every morning and evening. I'm sure they will also frustrate me when I begin to plant my daylily garden this fall, but for now, I am peacefully content in the quiet amidst the new birdsongs.
I can still find robins, nuthatch, chickadees, cardinals, hawks, and bluejays. And joy of joy, I have some real bluebirds nesting in my yard, something I was never able to attract before. I've also spotted several different types of woodpeckers, and heard them as their loud tree pounding echoes through the woods. I am looking forward to the day I spot my first eagle soaring above my house; they are numerous here and can be seen flying often over the Hardy/Croton Dams which is quite near.
In less than a month I have grown to love this area deeply, and I truly feel at home.