that it's near impossible to get up.
the gardens have been full,
the jars and freezer bags are beginning to fill,
the field crops are nearing harvesting.
but even with all the bounty to prepare for winter,
it was time to take a drive and a walk.
we rode to the crystal clear, barely tepid waters
of the south shore of Lake Superior to take a break.
the hr. ride was a noisy chatter, even some bickering,
all of us needing interruption before falling prey
to physical and mental collapse.
the water was calm enough for the sailors to delight
in an excursion in their sail boats and little and big kids
alike, to walk the shore in search of a rare agate or the
rock with the most sparkle, or perhaps one as round as a ball.
the breeze was slight but enough to ward off the
heat of the day. a ' hush ' came over each of us
as the search began. no phones, no tv, no camera
buckets of water were carried and poured on dry,
tumbled rocks of the shore, as the little ones sat and
tumbled their treasures again and again. maybe they
would find just ' one more ' special stone to carry home
as a memory of the day~
or a feather
one more stop to fill our water bottles with icy cold,
refreshing water from the artesian well ~ water that is
constantly forced up from the deep pressure beneath
the mountain. a true gift from God
the best gift of the day?
the song or two that were sung,
the ' hush '
on our return~
it was a great day
life no longer seemed so ' heavy '
life is good