Ah–the vastness, the depth of privilege fully realized through my five indulged senses.
〜 the squeals and cries, shouts and laughter, from children of all ages doing waterplay on this idyllic little lake. Kayaking, tubing, swimming, paddle boarding, rafting, and jumping off the bridge that is the gateway to this tiny island, right next to the sign that says No Diving No Swimming. And above the dogs barking and the boats motoring–is that Panpipes wafting on the breeze? No–it’s an ice cream mobile! Blasting a Brahms lullabye in double time. Wow. I am transported back in time.
〜 the warmth of the sun on my bare legs, but the cool of the breeze that puts a little riffle on the calm blue water.
〜 the lush greenness all around, the full height of summer flowering in purples, reds, violets, pinks, in well-tended elegant pots. The shy little sign saying “welcome to Enchanted Island”.
〜 the tenderness of the raspberry scones our hostess made for us, and later, savoring the meatloaf sandwich, potato chips and blueberries that we packed from home.
〜 the smell of wet dog. Not just any dog, but a dog almost exactly like our Sture, who is living in dog heaven here on this lake. He just goes swimming whenever he feels like it. Or just sits in the shallow water looking up at us. Then finds his ball and drops it in the lake for himself to fetch. He smells like the lake.
Just a lazy summer Saturday on the lake. Pure heaven.
(Thanks Rebecca for giving me a break today. This is a wonderful tribute to our daycation. And to Caminoheads, love you, Felipe.)