Hot sunshine, frogs peek out of weeds and algae … at least until their peace is disturbed by a boy with a water gun. Sunfish and a bass rose to the surface for Betty and Scott – who knew, lake fish like tuna? Then splashing and laughing, secure with floats, in for a swim. There’s an island full of adventure just a short swim away, with fish bones dropped by osprey, a heron gulping an unfortunate frog, acorns to plant, and trees felled by beavers. A swim back, slower than the trip there, and a bundle of sunwarmed blankets on the dock.
(I’m still sick. Or sick again. Or something. But here’s at least something!)