Wednesday, August 27, 2008
As I laid in bed this morning I was thinking about fall, my favorite time of the year. It is cool and crisp at night and sunny and warm during the day. Heard the geese flying over just the other day. There is mist over the lake every morning made by the cool night air and the warm water. The fall feeling is in the air. I miss the lake when we are gone, even if I know I don't want to be here fighting the snow and the cold wind. It gets in your blood. Growing up among the lakes in Michigan made us water lovers.