Living full time at the lake — kayaking, watching the water, dealing with geese, and enjoying the quiet moments.
They hide in the grass. They hide in the trees. They hide on the boathouse. Basically, if a thing exists, there is probably a fly sitting on it. Then the moment you find the perfect place to squat... HERE THEY COME. Like somebody blew a whistle.
I call myself a quilter. In the interest of full disclosure…I haven’t touched my sewing machine in at least ten months. And considering the fact that I own enough fabric to insulate a small village…that feels a little ridiculous. First it was cancer,then it was recovery,then it was the Great Retirement Delusion. The phase where … Continue reading My Creative Brain Was Hiding… in the Fabric
Rain tap tap tapping on the metal roof Wind whipping through the trees Water rushing everywhere The lake makes its own music
A few days ago, I told you all about the snake…OK - the stick. Apparently that was just the rehearsal. So yes. It was not a snake.I overreacted.I do that sometimes. But never—never—in my wildest, most dramatic, slightly exaggerated imaginationdid I expect to be corrected that quickly. Today, hubby and I had just made it … Continue reading I Owe That Stick an Apology
Ok. So y’all know I’ve been out here reinventing myself. From city girl(population 10,000, thank you very much) into lake girl… Waxing eloquent about how much I love the water,how peaceful it is,how I enjoy the birds and the fish and all the serene, nature-filled moments. Just living my best reflective, nature-loving life. And of … Continue reading My Lake Girl Era is Off to a Rough Start
Third Act With Pattie 