I spent a couple of hours on the beach yesterday. It was warm enough, with a sweatshirt on, to bask in the sun and enjoy the quiet. As you can see, the lake is still low and there is a wide swath of beach to enjoy. I’d hoped to see fish and arrowheads (definitely a long shot), but found a rusty spike and goose droppings. And a “skipping rock” for my grandson, who will someday learn that skill from Banjo Man.
In a few short weeks the family will gather again, and the dock will be happily crowded with chairs and towels and sisters and aunts and uncles and cousins and hopefully a third generation, too. Banjo Man will make everyone laugh with his recollections of life on the farm.
Definitely something to look forward to.
I’m counting the days.
Did you see the full moon last night? I was thinking of you looking at it over your lake.
It’s behind our house, so I didn’t see it! From the other side of the bay it must have been gorgeous.