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
