My family owns most of the lakefront property. It has been handed down from
generation to generation. My wise grandfather bought it about 1948. It is a special place.
We allow fishermen to launch their boats for a fee of $3.00. It is on the honor system and most are honorable people. I have often thought that honor and fishingwent hand in hand. Other than the occasional fisherman, we seldom see outsiders onour lake, especially in the winter. I like that.
Our lake has a soul. It lives and breathes like any of God's creatures. It even suffers. I think of this lake as a member of the family, a kind, giving uncle if you please. The lake talks to me in the morning as I sit out on the patio drinking my coffee.
When I am hungry, the lake provides me with food. When I am hot and stressed, the
lake caresses my body. When I am tired, the lake lulls me to sleep with it's
gentile symphony of evening sounds.
My mother often told me that there are three things in life that soothe the soul. Watching a dancing fire on a cold night, watching wild creatures go about their
daily lives........and watching water.
I have the best of all those worlds currently, and I am very grateful for it.