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Leaving the Lake. Leaving Munger Place…

July 26, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

This is our last morning at the lake. The early sun breaks pink through the fog, and the entire view from our porch is ethereal. We’ve enjoyed a great week with family in one of our favorite places. Lots of laughter. Too much food and drink, but that’s part of the fun. I’m ready to be home.

Home.

The word has a different meaning to us right now. Worth Street, our beautiful historic home in Munger Place, won’t be ours much longer. John and I have decided the time is right to sell. Our plan has always been to move home to Arkansas, and this will get us one step closer.

I am excited about this change, yet I will miss Worth Street and Munger Place. The house, neighborhood, friends, the convenience of fabulous grocery stores and Tex-Mex around the corner, my Promise of Peace garden.

Fog hovers. Birds sing.

July 21, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

Fog hovers above the lake

and moves along the shore

like a live thing.

In the distance,

the docks are barely visible,

ghostly even.

The oak trees beyond my porch

sit motionless,

watching for the sun.

A cool morning in July

feels as rare as this spot

hidden in the Ozark Mountains.

The birds sing a thousand songs

as everyone sleeps.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Musical Pairing:

Danny Wright – White Lyte

Where the living is easy.

July 19, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

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.