September 9th, 2008
It is a bittersweet time at the lake - so different from the spring opening when the leaves have not popped, everything is bright green and new and the lake comes alive with the return of summer and the summer inhabitants - both the 2 legged, winged and swimming kind.
It is a bittersweet time at the lake - so different from the spring opening when the leaves have not popped, everything is bright green and new and the lake comes alive with the return of summer and the summer inhabitants - both the 2 legged, winged and swimming kind.
Toward the end of August,in the late afternoon ,there comes a chill in the air calling for a sweater and perhaps socks.
Looking out at the lake in the early morning, we see the steam rising. The air is cooler than the lovely warm water of summer.
We still sit outside in the screened in porch and have coffee, but instead of shorts ,we are dressed in a fleece or warm robe, enjoying the peace and quiet and waiting for the day to warm up.
These last days of summer are precious and a bit sad. Summer friends pack up and begin to say their good-byes, the docks come in, the boats go to their winter hiding places and the mouse proofing of the camps (not really possible!) is in progress.
Part of winter is picturing these times at camp and know that it summer will return.
By Katherine Emory
Looking out at the lake in the early morning, we see the steam rising. The air is cooler than the lovely warm water of summer.
We still sit outside in the screened in porch and have coffee, but instead of shorts ,we are dressed in a fleece or warm robe, enjoying the peace and quiet and waiting for the day to warm up.
These last days of summer are precious and a bit sad. Summer friends pack up and begin to say their good-byes, the docks come in, the boats go to their winter hiding places and the mouse proofing of the camps (not really possible!) is in progress.
Part of winter is picturing these times at camp and know that it summer will return.
By Katherine Emory
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