The beauty of Lake Brittle, take two, this time on a longer hike with Hubby. We soon discovered that the trail does not go all the way around the lake. We made our way through webs and spiders that looked strong enough to eat us. Their webs caught us along the way, no normal webs, strong webs, the kind that feel like thin, nylon threads.
One of the first, cool days of the season, the kind of day that makes you high, breathing in fresh air instead of heat, spirited air, not the still air of late summer.
And a glorious day to fish.....everyone was out, though apparently, not many fish were caught by the reports. My husband says I am getting like his father, talking to everyone I run into....I love to ask, "Did you catch anything?" And a passer by with a German Shepherd..."Is your puppy friendly? Can I pet him?"
One of the first, cool days of the season, the kind of day that makes you high, breathing in fresh air instead of heat, spirited air, not the still air of late summer.
And a glorious day to fish.....everyone was out, though apparently, not many fish were caught by the reports. My husband says I am getting like his father, talking to everyone I run into....I love to ask, "Did you catch anything?" And a passer by with a German Shepherd..."Is your puppy friendly? Can I pet him?"
And I cannot seem to stop taking pictures. I am getting just like my mother. I wish I had taken a picture of the blond boy and girl searching for craw daddies, but I really never know how perfect strangers feel about that. 
Soon, I might start hugging these strangers, the way my mother does. But that's what a cool day with flowers does to me. How I love the beauty of life!
