Lake Day! The day we packed the car and headed to the lake felt Christmas Eve exciting. For one week, the Ozark Mountains replaced our Delta fields. The lake promised a change of pace beyond scenery.
Food tasted better—barbecue, hand churned ice cream, hot dogs roasted on the island with a sprinkle of sand blown by the warm wind.
Inside our cabin, the air smelled distinct and exotic, the smell of a special place locked up tight until summer. Through the jumble of trees, our glittery lake had waited for us a whole year. A year spent growing taller, learning fractions, playing kickball.
At long last, we were home at the lake where our days spread long and lazy and everything felt easy.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
The Beatles – Good Day Sunshine
May this be your best Lake experience ever!
Thanks Colene! John came this year, so that’s a great thing!
Tom wants to know if he is there on approval! Have a wonderful week.
haha no he comes about every three years:))
Love your lake memories. You were lucky (still are) to get to go every year! Have fun!
I am so very lucky:)) Family traditions are important.