It's 7:30 a.m. and I walk into the sun porch with my coffee. The white glare of a boat house on an island across the lake catches my attention. The sun is hitting it just right and it reflects in the mirrored glass which is the lake this particular morning. We went by that cottage on the island on our boat ride yesterday.
The cottage has seen better days. It is leaning and appears to be slowly collapsing in despair as no one seems to love it anymore. I wonder what memories and family fun those leaning tired walls of that cottage has seen. The poor old man of a cottage is decrepit and begs for some loving care. I can just imagine a young family enjoying time together at one time in that space. Perhaps the children have grown and left the area. Perhaps the parents became too old and frail to continue to use the cottage regularly. I imagine that they have died and left the cottage to their children and their families. Perhaps they live too far away now to pay attention to this poor property anymore. The black cottage with white trim and the matching boat house seem so forlorn and sad. Again, I wonder what the real story is behind this one time retreat.
As I look out, I see the combination of fir, cedar and deciduous trees on the far shore. They are clear and sharp with the various shades of green. Interspersed among the trees are bare rock cliffs that climb out of the lake. Also docks and cottages peek out of the trees on the shoreline. In contrast to this sharp, clear view is the blurred reflection of it all on the absolutely still lake. I much prefer this quiet time with the lake before the motorized boats and sea doos get going. I've always been more partial to a silent canoe cutting through the water.
It's now 8:20 a.m. and the lake has woke up from her overnight slumber. Boats are on their way out to do some fishing and perhaps some currents have come alive. The water has gentle waves but it has more movement than earlier. The surface of the water looks like little diamonds floating along as the sun hits the water. The diamonds of light are not quite moving in a lazy manner. There is no reflection of clouds this morning. The sky is blue and hazy.
It's another lazy day of reading, listening to the birds chatter and sing while woodpeckers attack the trees and we can hear the hum of flies and insects. By Noon the heat is already becoming heavy but is relieved by the odd soft breeze off the lake. It's definitely a day to search out and sit in the cooler but still hot shade while I read. A late afternoon dip in the lake is so refreshing and washes off the sunscreen, bug spray and stickiness from the hot, humid day.
After dinner, in the early evening, Hubby and Son went fishing for the first time together. They returned in the boat with no fish to be cleaned or cooked. But the sunset was lovely. They saw 3 loons and a bald eagle while out on the water. After their return, we retreated to the screened in sun porch for a respite from the mosquitoes. All three of us spent the evening reading although I must admit to looking up and enjoying the view of the lake until it got too dark to see it.
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