#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Long Lake, Late Afternoon

Summertime, oh summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever, summer without end; this was the background, and life along the shore was the design, the cottages with their infinite and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky . . . and at the souvenir counters at the store the miniature birch-bark canoes and the post cards showing things looking a little better than they looked.

E.B. White, Excerpt from “Once More to the Lake”

Frank and I up early, the screened porch overlooking the lake. Sounds of loons. Slapping. Relaxing sounds. We are the only ones up. Soon enough, I take a long walk, following my pattern of the past week while Frank gets groceries. Then, Wave is up and happy to be here with me and Papa. And ready for the water which is very warm. Slight coolness in the air. The day will warm up. In the later afternoon, Frank and I are in the water together. He looks up and points. Bald eagle soaring over our heads. I call Franci & Will who get their binoculars and site him in a tree across the cove. Perri missed this sighting. Nex time. Another lovely dinner at our friends’ house. My cold hangs on a bit, but is improving. Today was all relaxation.