Memory-making at the lake

A few weeks ago I visited one of my favourite people.  She and her husband live in a house by a lake, and my goodness, what a lovely place.  Every morning I would wrap myself up in several blankets and sit on their amazing sun porch just to witness the world waking up.  Morning light would ease its way in, painting the shadows with mauve and blue, tinges of rose.  The resident heron would call to the hawk, the hawk would echo back to the heron, a loon would add a comment or two and then someone made Arpeggio Boy get out of bed.  Once he started singing, everyone else did too and it was as magical as the cup of coffee that quietly appeared around the same time.  When the sun came up more, the fall colours decorated the lake edge.  It was easy to say that God lives there.

We took a little girl to the zoo, which is always a happy place for me.  They have a baby giraffe, and an important meerkat community.  We took the boat out on the lake, and it was a glorious day.  It was warm enough for turtle families to sun themselves on the logs.  I'd never seen that before.  The lake is full of heron, and my only regret is that I never got a great picture of them, but it wasn't for lack of trying and that is much of the fun.  We went as fast as we could, and it was a genuine delight for me.

We did other things too--we made pie and cookies, talked over oatmeal at the breakfast counter, and eventually I made friends with the dogs.  We had the best meals, things I don't have often so I appreciated them even more.  As lovely as all those things were however, the best was to sit together with mugs of Earl Grey in hand.  We talked, we laughed, we talked some more. Each pot of tea led to another, each story wove into the next.

This was a visit to celebrate friendship, to capture memory moments.  Thank you Nancy and Jim, for celebrating with me.  It was the loveliest time.