The lake house

This is how the Lake House looks approaching in a kayak on a late summer evening. Nothing grand. Just welcoming. There might be a ceiling fan turning the warm air. Maybe dinner will be sizzling on the grill. Well, that might be true if I were arriving by kayak and Steve was home. It’s a mighty rare evening when I would be doing any cooking.

But it’s early January now. This is what the lake is up to. It’s mostly thinly frozen. The ice is creeping toward Belly Button Island. Our small bay is ice-covered.

The kayaks are cleaned, UV protected, and stowed in the garage waiting for spring. By ice-out in April we’ll be back on the water but, for now, we watch the lake turn solid. The turtles are snug in their cold muddy places. The beavers are active but not seen much. They are mostly living off the cache of downed trees stashed convenient to their lodge entrances. Deer will soon be browsing on the cedar trees that rim some sections of the lake. An adult Bald Eagle flies low over the lake looking for dinner. Our bird feeders go quiet. Winter is here.

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