We are soon leaving Florida and will return to Indiana, after almost thirty years. Everyone says we are crazy, especially those from Indiana. I think they are wrong.
We are moving to a much smaller house, on a small lake in Northern Indiana. It is not a large body of water, about 50 acres. Just big enough.
My family owns most of the lakefront property. It has been handed down from generation to generation. My wise grandfather bought in 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 fishing went hand in hand.
Other than the occasional fisherman, we seldom see outsiders on our lake, especially in the winter. I like that.
Our lake has a soul. It lives and breathes like any of God's creatures. It often suffers. I think of this lake as a member of our family, a kind, giving uncle if you please.
The lake talks to me in the morning as I sit on the patio drinking my coffee. Sandhill cranes, splashing bass, honking geese.........our lake has many voices.
When I am hungry, the lake provides 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 were three simple 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 will soon have the best of all those worlds, and I am grateful for it.