I Hear Lake Water Lapping

As usual, I'm nowhere near my new place yet. 

Construction is going on without me. Fishing is happening without me. Autumn is evolving without me. And Frank is enjoying life up there without me. 

My city house has been on the market for less than a week. There's been a fair bit of interest and I'm hopeful that things will move along before too long. Please keep your fingers crossed for me. I very much want to go home.

The following photos were taken when I was up there in the summer. I hope you enjoy them.

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore. . . .

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

~ William Butler Yeats

Benny is enjoying his life at the cottage. As long as we can present a good throwing arm, he'll provide the fetches.





In the water, on one side of the dock, these weeds are growing tall.






They produce a pretty purple flower called Pickerelweed.






Other pretty garden flowers attract our beautiful hummingbirds. Of course they enjoy the feeders also.






This little guy must have been fed regularly around here. I bent down to tie my shoe, one day, and he suddenly appeared between my feet and rested his two front feet on my hand. He looked me right in the eye as if to ask where the munchies are. I had to oblige him, eh?






Of all strange creatures to rest upon the sliding door glass. This appears to be a miniature crustacean of some sort. He was clinging to the glass after a rainfall. It was about the width of a tomato seed and twice as long.







This is a late-day glimpse of the island across the bay.






And just a little bit later, the last reflective light of the sun paints the sky with a kiss goodnight.

More photos coming up soon.