Those of us who are fortunate enough to live on a lake bemoan the ending of summer. Why does the season seem to fly by when there is still so much fun to be had? Please….just one more swim, one more kayak ride, one more afternoon of fishing with the kids, one more day of lounging on the dock doing nothing more important than watching the ducks swim by. What we always seem to forget is that the best is yet to come. TA! DAH!
It is on days like today that I wish I had the ability to paint. With colors that seem surreal, autumn has arrived on Trout Lake. I’m feeling very blessed, indeed. To quote my buddy, T.K., “How can anybody see this and not believe in God?”